had a bunch of shit floating around, thought id get rid of it
My rhymes untouchable, cant come in contact with its cortex
Minds a vortex, youd get lost if I dropped some more-text
My vocal cords flex, and release lyrics so superfluous
You drowned in words you haven’t even heard-of-yet
Its murderous if you come into combat with the wrong raps
Waitin for you to blow up like you was wearin bombs strapped.
Its beyond that, try to get back at me is a catastrophe
Liftin you in the air like the Earth was missin gravity
I bash emcee’s who laugh at me, spittin wit the fast-flow
King without a castle, stoppin beef in its tracks like a lasso.
This “rap sheet” I got represents me living in bars
Skies gave me the sun/son cause I was missing the stars
Spitting the tar, hard like some freakish cig addict
Bitches sleep on me, I greet the sheets, lift your mattress
Get your address, its pointless for you to be packin gats
Im lashin back with acid tracks flippin you like acrobats.
I master crafts, leavin you all gunned down when I blast
Callin me the marathon sprinter how I run around the tracks.
I plead insane givin up like my mission is lost
Snapshots of my head so y’all could picture my thoughts
And the scriptures I jot, wanna see this brain of mine
Took and MRI and you still cant see my frame of mind.
I change the time, a succubus bustin-in through the back of your neck
Controllin your cranium if your try to grapple with text.
I battle the next, emcee to test me just beware the fellon
Leavin you crooked fuckin up your cerebellum.
If you all actin out I challenge to a match-and-joust
And made everybody tappin-out after one rappin-bout.
Im bustin these fools lettin loose got nothin to lose
The way I dismantle track call it substance abuse.