Tha Arkhitekt - Sunset Saturday lyrics

Ding-dong! It's the lyrical King Kong Who goes in on every song without Rich Homie Quan I 'flex' with only lyrics, got MCs sent to clinics My name is no gimmick, this rhyme is pyrrhic When the words connect and the rhymes inject I deflect the wack when I receive direct Attention, I increase the tension When they step in my dimension without exemption When I rhyme, it's beyond comprehension MCs better seek divine intervention Cause the lyrical level I'm at is Mt. Everest My rhymes is devilish, I bless the globe with pestilence Fantastic like the Four, I never snore I got more rhymes in store for a lyrical war-- Fare, better beware when you spit hot air Cause I swear, I'll put your a** in a wheelchair Surrender when you enter my center I'm the rhyme inventor, eat MCs like November Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine Can't escape the lines I design and refine To it's natural, it's factual that your flow is laughable Mines is the cla**ical, the Actual Proof that I'm soon to be Hotter than July With the temperatures high like 105 Degrees, I sting like k**er bees when I crush MCs My flow is a dark disease Fear the expertise, make you fall to your knees Me and the mic go together like Mac & Cheese