Grime?

[mcZu]

I’m running for a totalitarian, so I’ll go burry them
When I carry them continents on my deltoids
Countries toy with steroids so my divine brain be well avoid
‘cause this epical Arab moves his epicranius before people hurry then
So I depict areas when I nitpick barriers, this bar Arian
Buries bars from these barbarians before their bars burry them
I call them names like I’m about to BlackBerry them
Back with a dope fast flow you can call it a crack ferry then
No back packer though this rapper stands back to back with a pack of rappers
Packing pads with lines that destroy backstabbers when we stab them
Clap them, wrap them like rhymes, drag them
Smack them ‘cause they’re followers like iffy stalkers, that
Try to walk around their hoods with sixty entourage’s, that
Are ‘bout as real as Drake being a good singer or Nicki Minaj’s ass
Living in a façade that’s parked on a road without a start
They lack the heart so how can they rap hard?
I should rip them apart, if I spit lines next
I’ll probably slit nine necks, ‘cause you mimic rhymes said
By a none gimmick rhyme set that Zu spit
If you don’t feel me, then you probably aint been through shit
What I spit is true shit, my circle aint a mellow ring
These days people focus too much on melanin
My words on point like a javelin, while you are babbling
I’ll be making moves, so I don’t care if you babble on
I’m trying to reach heaven when I spit like Babylon
It Was Written made me rap, it’s like Nas said ‘tell them, son’