Went for a fast flow on this. Didn't focus on lyrics. This isn't really a good text verse but it's goona sound sweet recorded (hopefully)
The gods of rap on the tracks, who you know as hot as that
A lot of cats try n copy that but you not; ya wack
I got to cock it back for this vocal boxin match
And you ain’t no chiropractor so I don’t want no talkin back
I mock ya rap then go bring em where the blades meet
Cause I got to laugh at foes thinkin they can take me
I’m singin em this hate speech, and I fear it
They say I’m the sickest with the pen but I don’t even write lyrics
I hide spirits of every dead rapper in my record
As they cry and moan, listen and you might hear it
Man, why you think I sprung on my enemies?
I’m just tryin to get dough like unknown identity
It’s the Pyromaniacs and Rhyma Lions spittin the kinda violence
You would get from this sick and malign alliance
We’re bringin a new hour for the sound and the speech
Then laugh as you cower on the ground underneath