LADY SYNFUL
Raising The Bar
Ft. JV

Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Raising the bar this is the making of stars
(Verse 1 - Synful)
Listen up rookie, class is now in session
Hip hop 101, heres your first lesson
That sytle that you're coming with is played out like a pager
You sorry lil bitch, little leaguin with the majors
Tryna step up to the plate but you're still T ballin
The shots (the shots), you see me callin
Let me reassure you that I won't be fallin
I knock 'em out the park, just call me Babe Ruth
Better yet Tom Cruise, you can't handle the truth
When you get up on the mic its a scandal in the booth
Sportin hooker heels, usin thrills instead of skills
And certain sex appeals, will bring you shitty deals
With a lil bit of luck, you'll make a quick buck
And when your 15 is up you'll find yourself stuck
Game recognize game take it from the best
Step it up before you step up cuz I really ain't impressed


(Hook)
Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Just a lil taste of how raw, we taking it far
So, pick up the pace like your racing a car
We taking over the place, baby shakin it hard

Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Just a lil taste of how raw, we taking it far
So, pick up the pace like your racing a car
We taking over the place, baby shakin it hard


(verse 2 - JV)
It sickens me how pitiful these lil sorry hoes is
You chick-a-dees is wishin this is how hard your flows is
Trickin with the ripper, you aint smart enough to know this
Each bar I spit sharp enough to slit throats wit
Dope as me no, you broke bitches is hopeless
You wanna go toe to toe, I ain't the chick to joke with
I'm so in the zone, and I'm totally focused
I own the microphone and you ain't knowin how to hold it
Please take the page you wrote your rhymes on and fold it
Your style is weak, it still needs to be molded
I'm blessed by the beat, my brains overloaded
I pressed it to the sheet and the pen just exploded
I am what an artist is, you gotta be smarter chick
I bet you'd lose your title if you battled the retarded kid
My flows smash any army that you're marchin with
You're no match for meor the psycho that I'm partners with


(Hook)


(Verse 3 - Synful)
We just raised the bar so get the bullshit up to par
We the realest thus far,Sin City's all star
I'm out of you reach, I'm out of your league
The barriers I breach with no signs of fatigue
Yous another weak link, sippin energy drinks
Just to make your mind think, but your lines still stink
Rated the highest, been debated but proven
Created the finest collaboration in music
Straight up the flyest we ain't playin dont screw wit
The female alliance, top notch chicks
Came together united, the chosen are few trick
Eye of the tiger, I'm talkin to you bitch
Ahead of my time and I'm ahead of your rhymes
When the lead hits the paper you ain't ready for mine
I steady with mine, and I'll shred up your lines
If you don't recognize the talent then, forget it you're blind


(Hook)


Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Raising the bar this is the making of stars
Raising the bar this is the making of stars