Reign of Terror is a rap duo of two high schoolers from north Atlanta.
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Lyrics
Verse 1 (Ryan Kelly):
I'm restin, my eyelids heavy,
The roach rolled up, I spit good and plenty,
They ask me if I'm gone and I tell em just semi,
Still bouncin off the top fuck the smell that I'm scenting,
Stayin laid back, bustin freestyles when I'm heady,
Sleepin on me so I got the mothafuckin money hidden,
Sheets of paper rolled in my mothafuckin denims,
Still dreamin of the day I wake up and I forget it.
I say I'm in it, and she with it, but I don't care,
If the bitch don't get it yo that's not why I'm here,
Wish list for Reign but have you been a good boy,
I say not i'm the bad kid stealin all ya toys,
See it's the white night, A bright light cause I'm lit,
They rollin round up in they bed I'm rollin green up like the Grinch,
They sleep the night away just waitin for a track,
They sleepin on me that's just cause I'm carryin a gat bitch,
Two steps forward, and one step back ten,
Steps to the left, in the right direction,
I'm the best way,
layin rappers lifeless in they death bed,
90s baby, old school obsession,
Leave the damn critics fuckin impressed when,
I hypnotize, put stars in their contacts n',
I leave 'em blinkin, like they fallin asleep,
Countin sheep, I'm the wolf you're the boy who cried R. Kelly,
Assess my dress see I'm that fresh,
Writin raps in the back trashed at my class desk,
For the outlet, yeah to get my shit out,
Not for cash dog I got stacks under my mattress.

Bridge:
I been doing this for like a minute am I getting it?
Why these people acting like somebody gave em sedatives?
So I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So it's time to wake em up
My mind keep racing yeah these songs I'm tryna make em all
And if you be hating well I guess you need a wake up call
So Im like whoa
They sleeping on me
An I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So it's time to wake em up

Chorus:
They sleeping on me, what (x4)
So it's time to wake em up

Verse 2 (Bruce Li):
Now there's something bout the way that I rock on the beat,
People say it's dreamy but believe me do not go to sleep,
Obviously, these insomniacs are fond of rap,
Midnight in the Pontiac Bonneville hop in the seat
Ride until no gas left, feeling like some Aztecs,
Waiting for the sun, when I'm done it's an apocalypse scene
Like the fucking mayans; When im rhyming I'm god of mc's
Gimme props but do the opposite and just drop to your knees.
People sleeping on me and its awkward to me, like quit the gossiping please
Shit are you talking to me? If you play that card then you're just fowl crossing the street
Joke is you aint even have the skills to be copyin me
I'm the cock making dime a dozen birds flock from the scene,
Honestly you ain't doing shit like an ostrich's wing.
But I fly the coop and I flip the bird,
Every time I spit these words, friends sayin my shit's absurd,
Parents say im getting worse.
While you catching Z's I make a masterpiece,
Ryan's tryna pass the weed, I'm not tryna have it see,
I do this shit casually but actually a rapping beast,
He say it's some crazy stuff, I say my mind crazy enough,
Staying up late nights so I be sleep deprived,
Ya I'm feeling hungry so I'm telling you to feast your eyes, you can have a piece of my recent rhymes,
Looking for some peace of mind,
Offering me help well I can only kindly decline.
Sometimes I feel highly delusional
When I get secluded intuitive feeling musical,
4 a.m. I'm spewing coal this mic is like my crucible,
Man this rap shits got me rethinking my futures goals

(Bridge)
(Chorus)
I been doing this for like a minute am I getting it?
Why these people acting like somebody gave em sedatives?
So I'm like whoa

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