[Verse 1 - MC Rimmer]
I spit fly rhymes that go primetime, like HBO
I'm c**aine to your radio
So thick, I'll make you sh** bricks
I'm Oil slick, kicking the dirty rap schemes
Rap fiends are streaming with reams
Dreaming of being gold, but they're cold
They don't know they're potato mold
I'm going bold, and I'm Plato souled while they fold
I told you G, I'm great
Your raps are old, I'll be sliding to home plate
I'm riding with dope vocab
I'm hiding in the lab
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I take shots and make watts cause my game's hot
Giving stitches to bad b**hes I make pop
Writing off the top of my head because I want that bread
I'm not kidding it's not like I'll take up knitting instead
My defining deal would be my shining rhyming sk**s
When it isn't time to k** I make the vaginal lining peel
The people whining my lines refining till my acclaim dies
Like Steve Jobs I'm designing and reclining at the same time
Sorry to say this but you're the lamest like seltzer growing flat
I'm the greatest and since I made it I'm never going back
My sole purpose in life is to write more curses
My goal is perfect, my bite is as big as this whole surface
I'll make sure you die faster like I'm a cancer enhancer
How I do it you don't want the answer, let's just say I'm a lancer
Lyrically I'm rhyming fast like this the Grand Prix
Spiritually I run this sh** and you can't do a damn thing
So save your pride and hide before you end up the guy who tried
To defeat us but came up short like a low tide and cried till he died
We're twisted, spitting sick sh** till we're lifted
So don't resist, just listen and persist until you turn into liquid