Who you know flips a booth upside down?
Beat slaps you up up upside frown
Put you on some Monk side sh**
Hands collapsed, the aftermath of clapping
Tracks actually an apparatus of the pieces I leave, make a ma**ive stack
I hope
Pray for some stone cold spitters
All i get is cold, stoned, claiming hot homegrown
The whole row goes toe to toe with me
Goes foot to feet, yeah you grown from a child
But not mentally, first off on the beat
Physically missing, wizardry
This is arisen, kin in me
Play click, stop time, they say rewind but I'm so remote the crowd just reclines
Let me breath I'm
Hyperventilation like AC station
Vent heat from a grate, I'll be patient
A mage, amazed, a phase, no
Are you phased what you say is so old
No?