Yea the new makavelli is here
I'm dropping all fire it's simply this
Year
It's the type of flow to make u wanna
Jump out Ya chair
I slap the a**es of these of the girls
Wit the up tight gla**es
More like me but not really I
Compared my self to the makavelli
Nd that's 2 PAC
Have u ever heard an mc spit
Sloppier than 2 slops
I spit hefty
If I miss right then I'll come wit my
Lefty
Other mc's tryna press me
God he really does bless me
U want a fight come on n***a really
Test me
As I test an illiterate idiot wit
Different idioms circumcising there
Criticism
But still suffer from racism
Sharp wisdom of a sharp mind when
A n***a do time another black male
In jail what hell when I'm flowing
On the beat for real
It's the absence that complements
My a**ets
I'm illmatic spitting tragic ad libs
Nd I'm glued to the pasture
Tell ya master
I'm a pastor of the rap game
Insane when I'm spitting off brain
Abstract a** stain quarterbacks complain
Getting sacked by a fat back linemen
Most of them stamping they k** man they
Lyin
Pull the trigger... n***a wait stop don't hit her
I wanna be one that pin drops cold spittas
Or gold diggers
Don't be mad when she only f** for a buck
Only ducks do s**
When I spit your awestruck
She said I'm cute aww shucks
Well I'm delighted
Not even pipin I'm mike n ikin the dikes just
For Fighting attacking rappers wit lighting
Remember me like a Titan
Nd I'm striking
Jay