No one knows the train of thought, I've been the conductor for/
Wonderin, with all that i'm jugglin is there somethin more//\
Couldn't say for certain ain't need curtains in the night
Eyes open wide as i'm writin so i can search and strike//
For the perfect words on mics with amazin sound
f*ck rough drafts fast enough to take and change around//
Lines multiples times before i take em down/
Then think about it out loud before i make a sound//
By the time i spit it i've written an intricate
Rap that'll leave battle emcees death certificates//
As they pass away send em to the afterlife/
The way i hack and slice cats is like makin a sacrifice //
Don't ever try this at home cuz this is bad advice/
I smack ya twice with the chrome for tryn' to grab a mic//
Disclaimer i don't pack a gat, matter fact
Very unnecessary in my childhood habitat//
Luckily grew, but with nothin to f*ckin do/
From mother goose to teenager blazin a blunt or two//
In like 5th grade got my first mixtape/
Parental advisory unedited gettin ingrained//
The best ever to grip mics/
Spittin sh*t until i'm f*ckin rippin my windpipe//
I'm gettin it in like everybody who ever rapped/
Simultaneously i ain't just came to see the cheddar stack//
But i'll f*ckin take the money too/
Choke a groupie di*k is a doozy turnin a honey blue//
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Underground like my rappin grabbin the f*ckin crown
People love the sound write lightnin and bring the thunder down//
Get it set off you on the mic then get off/
I'm not pop f*ck ricky i be the next boss//
Vodka n' gin rappin captain gotta be him/
Ya future is lookin impossibly grim;
You watch and pretend, that's an act, i grab my swagga back
Ya'll don't want war corny like package of crackerjacks//
Ya faces slapped n smacked, people will catch blows
I speak then gats'll clap- vocabulary that blast holes//
Thru ya chest n' gut, your organs are spread the f*ck
Over a radius of pavement sprayin sh*t red with guts//
You bleedin out.. before you could ever see me count/
Like a referee when i get to three where you sleep's the ground//
Go and catch a Z.. my lyrical recipe/
Is inception sh*t that i'm pennin's a level never dreamed//
No dicaprio faggots that got the cash to blow/
Challenge me to a battle bet a stack and i'll gladly flow;
And leave you dead with a rap shoot n' produce cadavers quick
State facts like information under a snapple lids//
Here's a little stat, i'll shatter you brittle cats/
Ya face invite fights, type that a little kid'll smack//
School yard b*tch, all i'm throwin is hard hits
You on the pavement makin' you lay on the boulevard stiff//
A ditch ornament decoratin the pot holes
I got hot flows when I c*m with em i'ma drop loads;
Of perfected sentences and it's endless the length of sh*t
In my memory, i tend to empty the ink from pens//
I don't need defense, all my attacks kill/
I rap ill swallowin bottles of advil//
Or aspirin when i'm rappin' n' droppin sh*t
You pussies like vaginas you rhymin like gynecologists//
My la cosa nostra flow like the gotti clique
When you drop a beat i just hope you know i'ma body it//
At a faggot i'm gladly blastin the shotty b*tch/
Don't gotta run with a tommy gun you would probly miss//
I'm not the one you wanna diss bein honest with
You that the auidence is never gonna applaud ya sh*t//
Your soft rap don't even deserve a golf clap
Nothin was even kinda good ya lines is jusat all wack//
My rhymin is all crack... the china white
The fight of iron mic on the mic is what i am rhymin like//
You couldn't even get any the people slightly hype
I'm speakin like desert eagles when my stylo ignite tonite;
Like a second sun how many better or tighter none/
The grim reaper, the kid teach ya to bite ya tongue//
I'm sonnin you without maury povich to test the kid/
A single sperm in my scrotum's over intelligence;
Levels that you have never met understandings you never get/
I'm brill-i-ant the skill when I'm spittin is heaven sent//
My flow is savage check the swordsman slicin heads from necks
I give you post traumatic stress disorder like demented vets//
Like i'm morphin into a sorceror send a hex/
Leave you shakin erasin brains like a etch a sketch//
I'm comin down on you watch me drop in from out the blue
Split you into a mill'ion pieces fore you can count to two//
What i'm bout to do is dominate lames
You actin shady for fame, i stop ya slaughter the game//
Murder the industry i am workin with chemistry
Of writin words doper than heisenberg's methamphetamine//