If you're not going to read the whole thing then dont read it at all. Thanks. Flow is on point, but it isn't necessarily the simplest to keep up with so if it's off then that's why. Enjoy muhfukkaz
[Verse 1]
Aiyo…
I’m makin dudes go out and grab the pen…
Start to rap and then if they whack I make ‘em fade back to black again
Go for a ride, have a seat go ‘head and strap it in
Slappin men who try to live the movies they be actin in
I’m action packed when I’m stackin tracks and attackin factions
Attached like traction to maniacs I’m snatchin reactions
Cuz on the microphone I flow just like my psyche’s blowin
Lyrics tighly woven no clue where I might be goin
I’m high as jets could be with no one rhyming next to me
Or testing me you think you dope you must be tryin ecstasy
I’m allegedly the guy who doesn’t stress the beef
Intentionally distressed the streets so fake rappers would mess wit me
Bringin death to beats remindin yall ya section’s weak
And when the rest is bleak you’ll call me and eventually
I spit the reason that these heathens keep committin they treason
Leave em bleedin and screamin long as I’m fuckin breathin
[Chorus x2]
I’m sick wit it, rhymin over top of Marshall’s infinite
I know you people love me cuz you can’t deny the vividness
I’m sick wit it, never been the type to fall for ignorance
I’m livid since that’s the reason rappers startin get with this
[Verse 2]
The state of rap, it got me thinking strange…
I got a sinkin rage about the game but I’ll just let the ink explain
Poised to infect all of the pinkest brains, these dudes are dumb in here
Facin me they followed through on a double dare
I spit the lines that could retire rhymers…
Or inspire designers of their lyrics to spit it but to write it tighter
My flow in ridin lighter, I write to keep it smooth
I know my writin’s wired when I drop I hope you people move
Need no instruments when I commence to spit this shit
I Rap with diligence while yall a bunch of fuckin hypocrites
No sense of discipline when you pick up the pencils and
I’m witnessin more bitten hits these fakers keep commissionin
I’m just expressin my depression with this situation
Dudes is stressing if you don’t mess with their shit you hatin
Quit debatin you’re more sterile than a piss you takin
Ignore the escalatin explanations never catch me breakin
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
My words tend to rid the senses, it’s like a disinfectant
Hits that mention these concepts that break your rib connections
My punches rip intestines, deliver so intense that
When you hear my lyrics your mind is blanker than no reflection
You hard as no erection, defense with no protection
I loathe inventions of personas that serve no intention
And that needs no correction, it needs to keep repeatin
On tracks there’s no deletin when I leave you dreamin demons
No grievin we been on a mission to end this rendition
The final chapter, one of my dopest editions
Me on a track is like darin rape on the snare and bass
You stare and gape but there’s no way that you could share my place
You shouldn’t bare your face I’m on a different level
I switch the treble no shit could settle a twisted mental
I split your dental and sparks could fly conflicting metal
Don’t miss the signal of another convicted rebel
[Chorus x2]