[Verse 1]
I'm just a teenager, prepared to be major
Across the globe, but I'll leave that for later
These haters on Vine make my nine
Make my day and write my lines
Hes hot like iron, he's got variety
Wanna worship God? You're hearing the Diety
Lyrically gunning, You're squinting, I'm punching
The truth is sinking like a dead duckling
Try to figure my lyrics out
Just a kid but I'll trigger you down
Rhymes with vigour, into the town
So Allow me to hit the music and pound it
With five rounds of live ammunition
Rhymes so hot and straight out of the kitchen
It's like a rhyme picnic, if it's karate, I kick it
And if it's a diss battle, I'll tell them to stick it
[Chorus]
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then go berzerk
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then hit that
[Verse 2]
Like a full blown battle, my rhymes are hectic
So shield from arrows, before you're neck's hit
Rhymes are hellish like a cemetery
Rhymes so epic, they're legendary
And nothing can stop me When I'm in the zone
No one can not see from my tone
That I am the tower, rhymes have the power
To push you off the top of the building so cower
Howler of stanzas, chapters and phrases
Making hazes, distributing them
To nerds and Pagans, Asians, Curds and maidens
On every occasion
I flow so steady, it's amazing
Light up the stage, when I'm on it
It's hailing
Word after word
Bullets, I'm aiming with a sniper
Rhymes fly like a kite
You know you're wrong, and I'm right
[Chorus]
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then go berzerk
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then hit that
[Verse 3]
Thoughts travel like a rock and grim like the reaper
So put me on your dock and play me out your speaker
In your ear can*l, hit the spot
This is typical of him, rhymes are shot
Out of a Glock
I now have a job
And that's to rhyme till my heart stops
[Cough x2]
Need to go to the doctor
Rhymes so hot that I got burned
Oh, I did that, mishap is caused
Tic tac toe, I bring that flow
To the audio with a ball of dough
In order to throw it at your faces
Back to the beginning, back to basics
Who's the sh**?
You'd better face it
Once I've punched, you get a facelift
Knuckles in mouth
You're gonna taste this
[Chorus]
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then go berzerk
Hit that word and stanza
Hit that verse with anger
Hit that, load a Glock
Hit that prose and hook
Beat that to Atlanta
Back and then hit that