One of the sickest from Cleveland to Tijuana
The only Trump I’ll acknowledge is Teanna.
Why am I like this?
When I grab the mic with a tight grip and ignite the wick it’s goodnight bitch!
I spit as if it’s my last day on the fucking planet
Extraterrestrial flow humans won’t understand it
Can I be candid? One second. I’m not a rapper
I’m Ted Bundy disguised as an urban assault weapon
I’m known to catch a body at any cyphering session
And women love the flow get them open no speculum
I’m unraveling elaborate and ravenous
Rhyme patterns are as erratic as a crack addict that’s manic
I never claimed The Goat, but my status is far from average
I’m the humble savage my pen game is bananas
I’m here to shock the world like Kawhi did with the Raptors
You rappers are non-factors I’m coming for all detractors
No mediocre theme music for The Joker
I’m here to wet the game, but not with a super soaker
So, when I take aim like Steph Curry from thirty
It’s automatic I’m splashing this cannon will leave you topsy turvy
I’m done playing these games
A lot of these rappers suck but I ain’t saying no names
Fuck buddying up with them we are not the same
Now let me show you the difference between a spark and a flame
Fuck being normal I’m abnormal
Don’t place me in a box I wasn’t meant to conform to
Somebody should’ve warned you I’m more than a mere mortal
Bar for bar I’m dressing you down as if its informal
Watch your mouth before you pick up pen
Just in case you weren’t aware on how this movie will end
If you send a shot my way, I’m snatching you up faster
Than a kidnapper in a station wagon with the windows blackened
I’m rapping like nobody can top me
We can take this shit outside porta potty.
I came in the game on the ground floor that’s the lobby
I bomb squads like Chuck D and Hank Shockley
I can go an hour on this beat
This ain’t a battle rap; it’s more like stress relief
I can do this in my sleep
The way I pen poetry makes it hard to compete when you’re on the top of the heap
Who said I wasn’t elite?
These chads and Pollyanna’s should take several seats
A lion ain’t concerned with the chitter chatter of sheep
They got a lot to say until I see them face to face you wouldn’t hear a fucking peep.
My brain got more range than a British-made rover
Fuck a chip I got a two by four on my shoulder
And I dare somebody to knock it off
They said I’m not godly with the flow, knock it off!