[RoQy TyRaiD]
RoQy. Ty. RaiD
Time for me to run around Phoenicians, put the town's emcees into the ground beneath us/
Non-believers, hope you found your seats, forego formalities, bestow The Crown to me. Some/
Mad at me for jumpin' out of the scene and tourin' out in En-gl-and without a visa/
I'm distinguished, you can find me featured durin' Rhyme and Reason every Friday evenin'/
Every time I handed 'em a tune, they spin it like capillary tubes/
Through this simple action status is accrued/
Generating capital from groves/
How come this ain't happenin' for you? /
You too complacent to me/
Creatively vapid, your cadences weak/
I suggest takin' a knee/
Perpetually chasin' my lead, that's where yall fated to be/
Pitiful, never should've been approved/
It's considered rude, but I'll a**ume while yall bitter dudes/
All your music's identical/
It's the muse for Steph Curry's tennis shoes/
I've -- been improved, every song's a masterpiece/
Your "bars" need John Tafferty. Get a stool/
Then Google what "nonfactor" means/
You want a shot outcla**in' me? Get in school/
Rappers, yes, I demand respect/
Our out that door you'll get Jazzy Jeff'ed/
You see, your a** can't pa** the test. This is rap, not Ma** Effect/
Psycho Pat AND Fact are next/
Better catch their sets/
They got them NBA Jams for your basket nets/
Everything that's wack's exempt, so don't act depressed/
I'm a God, this station should be tax-exempt/
Stop the sentiments. I'm like Rok with the penmanship/
Twist your top like a Renuzit/
I am far from a "resident"/
'Bout to take it from the top, once Mattlocks settles in/
With immaculate playlists, your samples are basic/
You'll never make the cut like Anthony Davis/
Guess who joined forces?/
RoQy-Apocalypse and the Four Horsemen/
It Goes..
Psycho Pat, Rok, Mattlocks, Fact, where you at? (x4)
Rhyme and Reason/
It is time to begin, keep your dial synched in/
They're on they job, you best apply from Linkedin/
Get the pod, so if you miss a bar, you can rewind the sequence/
Writer's Guild/
We come to your spot and your tires squeal/
The title was never yours/
Toe-to-Toe, won't survive, get a better goal. On your 7th Drive and you never scored/
I'm snappin' like Pinterest/
More quotables than applyin' for medical/
I'll snatch all you n***as up/
Children of Men and I'm Chiwetel Ejiofor/
Most Fear for seven years/
A walking weapon, I should tour in a Metal Gear/
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'Far as Arizona spitters, I paved the way/
Me and Rhyme and Reason saved the Day/
Guild