Check it yo
Individual n***a, with the swindling
Slither through cracks like diggers
Shivering timber contender
Numero Uno one eighth
Unlaced on your dumb face, Ya fun face
These n***as want case?
They catching stomach aches
The runaway, the lyrical rusher
Not indestructible but I'm tougher
Train of your thoughts
Who's the conductor? I'm no bluffer
Done with this sh**, I've had enough of
Frustrated
Give up cause I hate it, it's outdated
The radical brother bandit
The revolutionary, I'm battling
Others even if they shootin'
Or really s**er
Dramatical covers leave em like
Stalley without the struggles
Broke me down to the School, B and beat
You hear me f**er?
Listen when I form rhymes they on time
Never slackin' I make it happen
Cause I'm rapping just for your mind
But mentally I'm V.I.P, no empathy
For when I'm thinking how, Ima just stay
Higher then my temper be, Angry black man
You need my proof show them my CAT scan
You see my fam and all my friends
With whom I used to slap dance, pick up a fat plan
A mastermind when I'm in motion
Wet n***as like the ocean, after lines I'm promotin'
Necessary, for the good of all of my people
My heart and my cerebral are a combination lethal
I never [?] you, my sh** is real and in physical pain
Feelin' this drizzle of rain, f** all the riddles and games
I go on, better tune in because the show on
I formulate the theory with my brain and my flow on
Matched by no one, rapping shogun
I'm throwing on my champion foodie
And I'm lampin' what's goodie
And you can try to win but if you can't tough cookie
You and your whole crew get schooled f** Tookie
If you want to give me something for Christmas I love p**y
But if you want to act like fools I just cooked thee
Blink in my eyes, don't even think in time
And it ends when my pens outta ink from rhymin'
Discover new Ideas I try to link my findings
My lines hot enough to make you think you dyin'
No paramedics, cause you understand I had to said it
My maddest method got you hitting all your calisthenics
And how I bend it, the vocal at will
I get half the props from Buffalo to Catsk**
And ask Wifey how her back feel
Tell her to act real, but f** a couple though I mack mills
Before you rewind to the start of this verse
Check the disposition of a true artist who hurts
But I keep on moving, I keep the song grooving
Calm and soothing, y'all n***as need more improvement
But ‘bout to make you open your eyes a little bit
It's two thousand eleven, we live in this, b**h