Title says it all, I wrote this on a piece of paper in like 20 minutes during lunch
My rhymes illuminate with fumes of hate, I articulate
like the hands of fate, condensed like crammed weight
it's to late, my slate is poisoned, injected into my organs
I'm alone like orphans, release my minds endorphins
cold flip and cave in your motherfuckin' chest like Marfans
I have rhymes of thousands, my flow glides like car fins
I don't like you bitch ass faggots on my dick so cumber
spittin' hard bars from one to infinity, pick a number
lyrically delirious when I spear my fist to ya jaw for a punchline
my rhymes shine, got yall waiting for beef like a lunch line
It's hunch time, how many MC's do I have to bomb like Japanese?
grab ya trees and chill, before I make the gat clap ya knees
I trap you freeze, then grip and squeeze like woman's breasts
make you scream in more tones then Kanye West, I'm the best
and I'll grind the rest of my competition to dust, then crush the dust to glass
melt the glass to liquid, drink it, then spit shards at your ass
my bars hit hard like the past, everyone I sparred didn't last
and every time I spit a punchline, opponents were scarred from the blast
a genius that's barred from the class, these words are spoken hypnosis
I'm like a sporadic artist who's appalled at how broken his flow is
confused and hopeless, until the mic appears in my hand
and I spit bars so hard the feedback strikes fear in the land
I'll punch a hook through your skin like an earlobe
make the gun flash in ya face like adobe, I run this here globe.