Jim the barsmith - 16 b lyrics

I sweep the game like a janitor at school/ Im real cool like an ice cube/ Curl up the doe like an 8 lettered pretzel/ Before i was a hit, i made it big in Maryland (Towson College)/ 301 the smart gun up top/ A politcal science major from a humble mixed background/ Scott Steiner pump work make you get smackdown/ I pull up on ya quick like baggy pants/ And move around ya squad like fiery ants/ Oh stop it this reefer crazy the way i blaze the place through my speakers pace/ I make hard bars like thor vs Zeus/ To die over me you gonna need like a 1000 pound noose/ It ain't no used to test the god this flow straight Heiachi mode/ Construct hitman lines that absolve calmplex calculus flows/ Been thrilled to k** the game not the rapper but ill endit still/ Circles arounds the rhymers windmills of versatile sk**s that peel/ Yeah im movin my weight up the trail,but small enough to swallow alive fish scales/