IATG - Ill Souled lyrics

[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 [IATG] 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