@theprofessor,
People have said yeah im white
But unlike then I say my rhymes flyer than a kite
People that doubt me, don’t know ****
Im comin at em like a bullet
They gone get hit
I don’t slack with my beats, they always pro
Workin all day to make them, but they getting me dat dough
Yeah, on my grind all day, its getting old
So many rappers, they getting faker and faker, they sold
Everyday people tryin to **** wit me, tryin 2 talk all tough
But when its for real, they go cry, when things get rough
I don’t got money, man I aint makin it rain
You don’t know what the **** I go through, its straight up pain
No I aint gona stop, im able to get through it, im able to cope
People just get mad that my rhymes so dope
I don’t know how to lose, its not in my vocab
When I grow up ima be a stunta, not end up like mr. rab
Im a straight up killa , outta the house of horror
Nah im not lil wayne but I rap like mr. carter
Yeah world filled with rappers and im at da top
my rap games getting betta, it never gona stop
I keep getting higher, all u do is drop!
Ima keep rappin till the day, its physically impossible
Till im unmoveable
Unadaptable
Unacceptable
Im puffin up the inhaleable
My raps they quoteable
Amuseable
To rap like me its unattemptable
When you fight me getting hurts unavoidable
Yeah, my flows off the charts, my raps off the chain
Im a cool kid, but I wouldn’t say im entirely sane
ima know every word ima throwdown every verb u heard n flowed sound
im at there verge of were words merge open ya third eye observe the souls sound
you demons really wanna go down
heathens you wont overthrow ground
ancient scrolls bound
in riddles the secret its a cyhper
for you to decipher
C I A diaper
Baby im never M I A in a Cyhper
im there with a slight slurr **** swagger
pussy i might purr but im in a ******* jaguar
thems sounding like Fight Words
Ima strike first
one dose of this human kind kinda make ya mics burst
I ain't gonna fight first
then ask questions
but if you strike me then were passed passin suggestions
i ain't passin the weapon with a passion im steppin
Hip Hops my fashion Raps the hood im reppin
whats happens in the hood is left in
the blood
Deaths in
the mud
zest in
the bud
agression
the mug
subtle suggestion
the shrug
a fatal lesson
the slug
you been in the cradle resting
or in the bunk bed wrestling
well I was spunking dump when i jump in
ya momma's head give my testees a testing
munching on my dumplings
she was a munchkin perfect height if u were to say something
spray something everyday to become something
ya'll want a number 1 something
wether its ya mojo or rings like frodo
nobody likes to be so so
so yo so socially open to this concept
lets get some more movie metaphors on set
stage is only big enough for a few who have a unique view
or an audience to speak to
let my syrum leak through
watch n see if they still hear um on week two
Hell, I'll give em till half past , then they thru.
