I'm sick of how these bullsh** wannabe rappers say
How much money they got when they not, this ain't a masqueraid
Put the mask away, I'm a cast away, in this dramatic game where
Actors play a role rap decays i've seen faster days cuz im the last off stage
I clean this sh** up like I was saddened maid or your mother, please
Recognize the fact that you rappers are under me, I'm the thundering beat
On fire a hundred degrees
I run the streets like you uncomplete
And I bet now none of these b**h a** posers wanna try f** with me
Mazeltov
Shake the lava off
Burn you make a statement
Tell you all and make it blatant
That im real no fakin gay sh**
You can try to take my patience
But my chill will stay evasive
And your life will fade to grey if
You even try to make me change it
Uh
My flow can very but as you can see my mind is clever
No gangster sh** I rap decency about my lifes endeavors
You got a nice flow and some nice rhymes but mine are better
Cuz when im in the booth I scribble the truth like a lie detector
My punchline hits you like a line punch
Dont forget the way I play words like word play
In the most absurd way love me on the first day
But I kick you to the curb, hey
Back to third grade
Let me speak in a rhythm that you can understand
These rappers can't shake me cuz im the upperhand
Decision, like bloodyman collisions
The funny man listens
So I'm all ears, I pay attention, I'm called feared
Im lyrically deep like the ocean and you're sinking
My promises keep, I got the potion and im drinking it
The sun is jealous how I shine bright the way im gleaming
Its hard, but you need to witness me becoming king, so quit blinking
If you knew real hip hop then you'd know that I was elite
I run the beat like a mile finishing undefeated
You can't compete your bars aren't complete
Youd notice your structure falling apart when the bars arent there to up keep
The foundation, haha... do you get that one? or was it too deep for you?
Too deep for you too deep for you too deep for her too
Just kidding im a virgin, I'm not sure which version
Back to my sermon, these rappers are vermin
Douse me with tears but my fire keeps burnin
It dont concern em, hypothermic
Yet im on fire im on tires like on a roll
I'm inheriting this empire you stole you f**ing rappers better learn it
My metaphors stab you like metal forks...
You wanna ask me why im on the checkerboard?
Im kinged, why else would I play checkers for...
This game is crazy man im never bored
I looked down as you b**hes on the ground im on the second floor...
These rappers are incredibly terrible, they stain the reputation
Of hip hop, promising sick verses, but they left you waitin
Im reviving the game...
I'm lighting the flame...
In spite of the rain...
I just hope that at end of the road that im still the same...