They don't know what's what, until I fun-crush their platoon...
in a matter of seconds, Battalion just big enough so I can splatter contestants...
Shatter intestines all over the wall, so they know that I'm raw...
Open palm slap hard enough to break bones in their jaw...
And it doesn't stop there, like a Serbian Judoist.
I do this ish, "Sorry, Not Sorry" - word to Ludacris
Universal, I speak in a language only a few can pitch
With such tranquility, you would think it's straight from a Buddhist's lips...
I'm on a different plain, don't ask who I travel with
Frequencies make atoms split. I said I got the drive, forget a paddle shift.
I use to be back-pack, until my habits switched.
And now I'm a hybrid of both backpack and Gangster rapping shit
A black-star, word to Talib and Mos'...
We The Best, you know I had to take the Khalid approach...
They say they're on my plane, yet it's only valid, in coach.
Don't catch these hands right to the mouth, over jokes.
You say some disrespectful shit? And it's a pow, to the host.
Shit can go south over how you encroach in my territory - I'm territorial.
Yeah, put an end to his chapter; that's how the story go.
You can't ignore me, though. This forum know I was born the GOAT.
Broke it down to a science, while I was surrounded by giants.
Made them motherfuckers go and bow down, out of compliance.
Fire spouting, everywhere. Heavy lies...
the crown adorned in thorns, when I severed ties.
Ain't nothing like a black man getting wise.
Getting bread, like a park pigeon. Started from the ardent tongue..
of prose. Bars oppose any one of them market woes.
In the corners of the mind, where darkness shows..
Heartless, this is a 'carcass rolled up in carpet" goals...
Now. The whole style, is ridiculous. Think of this more or less
as a sinking ship. See the ink that hits the paper...
Like Tyson, fighting in prison. It's... a different ballgame.
I let your jaw hang with this raw off-the-wall slang.
Curated by yours truly. Metaphors move bodies, like jump scares in horror movies.
Long before they were more groovy.
This is before Tookie, and Crip wars. That shit is foreign to me, now.
Dudes is foul, acting Juvenile.
Bring 'em too my aisle, and see what will happen.
There will be no ceasefire, and there will be no inaction...
Once the wheels squeal, you will feel the vehicle's traction
Picking up, before you see us go smashing...
Ain't no crash dummy's intact, sonny. My feeling's may have 'waned/wayne'd"
But I'm still after that Cash Money. Out here, bashing a bad bunny.
Playmate of the year, 2019. But I digress on the topic.
Do keys in my boredom for when I just wanna talk shit...
Do it and let it blend in with the rest of that nonsense
So that when I drop the real shit, I know the fake shit won't press on my conscience.
Y'all doing too much for too little, I do scribble some illness..
In a matter of minutes, without any limits.
And that's why I'm doubting you cynics, now that I'm in it.
And up close. Keep my foot on the gas when I crush souls...
Walking on hot coals. A lot of talking, I got goals
Some things to fulfill. King Of The Hill for when you think I'm a chill.
Last thing on my mind, like Jada, thinking of Will.
Smacking the shit out of Chris, you get like this? And some ink's gonna spill.
So many obstacles near me, it feels impossible
To be talking this clearly. Celph Taut getting heir, known now has an unstoppable theory.
Getting heir, while these oxymoron's need the oxygen mask
If these fruits walk up in class with that attitude, then I'm popping their cherry.
Huh, banana for scale. Scared to walk through the gauntlet; both hands on the rail.
Slip, and watch these amateurs fail.
You said you're the best. Well, that's not what the cameras entailed.
Outlandish, dropping nicer bars than a Canada jail.
Damn it, they're frail. It's almost scary. Karen Carpenter...
figures. I figure, I can barely talk with ya there, and not go nuts.
How you gon' pop on us? I let my thoughts adjust for a second
You lost your touch if you step in this ring of mine n' then not get crushed.
Speed of a Cheetah, evil demeanor concurrent
If you got an ego for me, know my key a deterrent
Break the speech barrier with nothing more than a whistle...
Before you were born, I was known to be forum official
Bunch of stupid ass forums, did some boards n' got bored, easy.
the monotony thought to be not for me, got to me, honestly.
Now, I'm older still defining the will of tyrants, fascinated
By continuing the build the guidance, occupying
the same roads that these lames hold, desperately.
Trying to recreate the magic they had... batteries, sold separately.
Forget a plug and play. I've been bugging, since camping out, on a summer day.
That made your insecurities, run away.