On a scale of 1-10 go ahead and rate me 11
Drop bombs likes Saddam
With a flame so heinous the pain is felt with the angels in heaven
To my opponents, ill annihilate ya
And change you occupation to a hospital patient
And leave you in a situation where you can't feel your face kid
Reach into your back pocket and steal your gat
And pop shots in your back, an lay you out like a door mat
Now you on life support
But I need that socket to charge my phone so i'll pull the plugs on ‘em
Tell your homies that im comin for them
Better lace up and run from him
A little bit belligerent, gotta sick disposition to lyrically k** lyricists
And leave them in fear of what they gone see next
A-p-e-x, im deep threat wit a pen and a pad
Spit a few bars and make a lot of men mad
Raw talent, I been had
Sophisticated risk taker, the mix tape maker, write a 16, flip the paper
And keep going till my wrist breaks and it hurts when I make a fist later
Might as well drop out and start trapping and jacking and selling crack on the corner
With thugs holding coronas and guns, that will k** you fun
Pa** me the blunt so I can get as high as I need to spit fire at the sun
I'm second-to-none, like a crazy n***a holding a gun
Shoot for the moon, hit a star, ricochets off of the sun
And comes back down to earth and right straight thru my lung. I exhale
And spit the bullet back in the gun and co*k back
And repeat the process till my d**h and ill rest
When i'm at the top of this rap sh**
You wack kids need to practice to match this
Wack rappers on that jack status
I dont need to borrow, your flows hollow
So ahead of my time I wrote this rhyme tomorrow
Blast you with a rocket, stay with the heat
Like I got Le'bron in my pocket
If you ain't duckin' and dodgin'
I'll pull up and pop shots in your esophagus
I'm hitting my foes with sickening blows and ripping
Holes in their confidence spitting their bones
On the ground, the anomalous, the rhymer, the alchemist rose
From the darkness to impose his consciousness