Im on Point like Johnson, Magic call me the sorcerer
Maestro I might blow if you fuckin with my orchestra,
Forcin ya to torture her, silent killer I just lay low
With horns ready to Ram out call me the scapegoat
I spray slow, so words can be heard and understood
You strike like lightning I make noise like thunder should.
My rhymes aint just sick, shit they come with disease
Not on some Incest cant no Brother Fuck with my piece.
Erupt when I speak, cause see when I spit next this text
Juicy get ya lips wet, so you can call my mic Blistex.
Only got Twenty Six friends, made the Alphabet n took it
Just kept hittin the J and left both my I’s Crooked.
Im asleep but still im living my dream insomniously
So much Whit all of Houston’s got a problem with me,
Honestly theres too many rappers here for the fame
If I left you Unidentified still wouldnt get Doe to ya name.
Frozen with chains, iced out actin like a pimp when
The only Baby that’s at your Crib is still an infant.
Its simplistic, everybody just needs to face the facts
Emcee’s try to Add up but got lost in the basic math,
My strainin back is at the wall, people always boxin me
Triangle choke from Square one tappin to my geometry.
Subconsciously I talk awkward but still make some sense
Climbin Walls while yall continue to take a-Fence (offence)
These lines bittersweet so best beware when you bite
Playin on the Radio, maybe I just fit the stereo-type.
Hit the snare with the mic, a beats in my credentials
Rhythms in my Brain, I always got the instru-Mentals.
I spit it gentle Callin rappers out like they on Speed dial
Makin these emcee’s Pay for all my Freestyles,
See while you go for the kill I fuck around with foreplay
They call me King cause you can have Beef your way.
Sure they act like battlin me is some kinda tragedy, well
Thats why I got you pussies Locked up like a Chastity belt
ight
