Fresh Kils - Lyrically I'm... lyrics

[Verse 1] When it comes to sets Never claimed em, only flamed em Gave them, nothing but the rawness, regardless The artist, formerly known as Random Burning mics like they was trees from Branson And not Richie, shifty, quickly Brothers wanna hit me if they rip me Dress my body and wrap me like a Swami I leave no doubt like Stefani Lyrical Dalai Lama Problem solver, I fly to Ghana Calm ya, nerves, kicking wackness to the curb I don't hold grudges, I give you what you deserve Now they wanna ask how I chart with this Put heart in this I'm sharp, gold cartridges My darts is just spectacular, when I'm rapping, I'm Keeping the heaters, that's cause he's the Grand champ, DMX before the cases I'm in Vegas placing wagers on them Circus Circus tables, you know [Hook: Mega Ran & The Notorious B.I.G.] Lyrically I'm Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic Lyrically I'm A str-strange form, somethin' kinda lyrical, phe-pheomenal Lyrically I'm Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic Lyrically I'm Ask-ask ya' friends, it don't stop [Verse 2] First things first, I mega, freaks all the samples, ample, I wax like candles Or the man who, wrote Rosanna, I'm like manna, you know Spiritual nourishment, for you cats who need encouragement, uh Furnish it, just feng shui, no gunplay Used to rock the Kia music, switched to Hyundai Cause y'all don't know how to act Can't bring the payments down low Peep the funk flow Really though, got the meanest ya haven't seen it I'm in Phoenix with Felix feeling fiendish Stroke of genius, I come in pieces Broken Kit-Kats Run the streets, while you sit back, waiting for success to come gift wrapped No, no it ain't happening Ran dazzling your career is unraveling Battling a bit still, some wounds never heal True spitter for real, ask the rest of the Guild [Hook: Mega Ran & The Notorious B.I.G.] Lyrically I'm Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic Lyrically I'm A str-strange form, somethin' kinda lyrical, phe-pheomenal Lyrically I'm Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic Lyrically I'm Ask-ask ya' friends, it don't stop [Verse 3] '87, I was on the block reciting Robocop '97, I would stop whenever Biggie Smalls rhymed '07, I was nervous preparing my first drop Now in 2017 it's about that time There I is, major league like Charlie Sheen Low down, dirty rotten, now easily forgotten No options like quarterbacks under pressure The top dresser Brock Lesnar, a lot fresher With Kils on the pads, I don't think they ready for it But can't ignore it, we keep it tighter that a corset Your plans are thwarted The microphone I use is cordless I play a show with you, that's not always an endorsement AZ to T-Dot, we rock the hardest No garbage, most rap artists y'all are my targets Lyrically I'm supposed to set it off So don't call me a client, I'm the mother 'effin boss What