[Verse 1]
Took a break in December, came back so you could remember
About the clever rhymes I can spit when they come from my temper
It's like I hit a nerve center every time I awaken
Cuz people always complaining about what I put together
I'm shooting bee hives with every rhyme that I spit
Cuz my ears are always buzzing from the talk of your lips
And sound of your lisp; y'all need to find some chill so that your mouths can just quit
These bananas need to stop getting split, ya feel me?
I just came here to rap, put my sh** on the streets
And stack a couple of racks
Educate a couple fellows, have them upright like cellos
Help them avoid the gallows like Will Turner did Sparrow
Cuz if the system don't help, I'll be the Good Samaritan
Not for comparison, just a pa**ing pedestrian
On my journey to riches and fame with my pa**ion
But it doesn't hurt to stop to show a little compa**ion
But you rappers get none, your rhymes are overdone
And sweeter than some cinnamon buns
Every other line you claiming that you are number one
But half of you Nigel Unos have not even begun
And you think your punch lines are dope?
Like we haven't heard them all before
My simplest sh** be more complex
Than any metaphoric, historic, poetic sh** you wrote
And after this I'm going
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