When I record, its the force of nuclear meltdowns
Set the coordinates, all aboard F train's hell bound
Testing, testing
Your mic must've fell down
Thats why you can't belt out
those rhymes you said you held down
Playing with fire, its gas you smell now
Been trying to blow up but think this gas repels crowds
Bags of real loud
and a doper instrumental
The smoke was incidental
when I spoke the speakers went up
Cold as if my name was winter
Wait
Its over like I chose to stay for dinner
Great
Produce on the coffee table
plus a notice on the door
"We know you're smoking weed in there
we told you this before"
Phew
I didn't worry for a second
but the rappers in my closet
that I haven't buried yet did
A blurry set list
They say I cannot leave
Then I'm out this bitch like a tampon string

Fuck you
I make the crowd scream
This swimming downstream
Easy K.O.s
They don't reach a round three
I tried to say the worst move you could make is doubt me
Now I take the cake and all the plates around me
Fuck you
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck fuck fuck
Fuck you

Here's a reach out to my haters
(nope)
I'm more on point than a calculator
Kill it now
find my salvage later
I'll be in the shadows
urban legend
underground
alligator
How to wager if you bluffing on em
here's a tip
You don't ever need to bluff
you wouldn't know shit
I put em in the sleeper hold and made em listen to me spit
stuck em with the microphone
and stopped the bleeding with my disc
now they love it
haggard out in public
and I don't give a fuck about it while we on the subject
I've been good
Now I'm getting bad with it
Adlibbing
sick of crap given
from another rap critic
I've been holding back bitches
Fat itch to
Rap vicious
its my practician
hand me all the sacks with
the cash in it
stashing
more diesel than the first five
fast and furious flicks
and riddick

Fuck you
I make the crowd scream
This swimming downstream
Easy K.O.s
They don't reach a round three
I tried to say the worst move you could make is doubt me
Now I take the cake and all the plates around me
Fuck you
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck you

Now, I get your head spinning like the DJ
I haven't heard your shit
They keep me on replay
The show is over, smile and freeze frame
I want piles of cheesecake
I'm a diabetes case
Miles high and on the tile my feet placed
All my people know I get riled up each take
My style is asylums filled with an eyeful
compiled from a life in violent police state
They're asking how its done
how I run
down to one
Like I buy it on eBay
I'm out of funds
now the fun
Cloud the lungs
My girl knows how to douse my tongue
Fry it in a cheesesteak
then I pound the buns
House is rough
If the windows sitting still
the system isn't loud enough
Turn your bishop to a powderpuff
I spit malicious rhythm
Intuition that'll give you schisms
and the crowd will love
I round em up

I put it all out there
I'm going full frontal
A not so subtle style
I'm a beast with no muzzle
They throwing dirt, then I throw shovels
I'ma gross double what your doing
even if I rapped with your mother
Feeling like an overwhelmed plumber
I see many broke flows
Find me five feet from that coal stove
vibing to the tracks
hatched in haberdasheries
Its evolution man
the baddest rapper
happens naturally
Craft was mastered rapidly
these bastards mad at me
Cast a massive shadow
and blacken the lights
tactically
Your battery's dead
Anatomy's red
Pads just turn to ashes
Its habit that I snap with the pen
I'm at it again
I'll have you attend
ten
traumatic events
then
I'll add to the stress