Uh, yo I got more bars than the penitentiary I'm so sharp, I cut straight down the middle like lines of semmetry Even if the SUN smacked me in the FACE I wouldn't be STAR STRUCK Who hot as me? Mess with the team, leave you stretched all over the street Like a large truck or limousine You don't want beef. You Drake and Meek I'm Pac and Biggie Step to me I'll release everything I got within me So many guns you'd thought I was the one that sent them 9 shots at 50 Cruising down the street like Easy E This ain't easy B Don't gang bang But my flow so SICK I'll give a BLOOD the BLUES You are now in the presence of greatness This is a battle you would love to lose... Lol Ps. I can't rap. But I wanna join the Cypher foreal. Let me know, I'll murder anybody on this virtual mic lmao
I'm in it for the pay day. Wavin round the AK. You be like Hey Hey Watch me Nae nae Talkin bout some "I only play gay." My rhymes for the underdogs that "Love to lose"/ It's the life of a thug I choose Rather than be the victim on the news I'd grab my guns and shoot/ Government filled with "Decepticons" I'm part of the resistance on the move..../ Raging against the "machine" Try to pick a "fight" with me... You'll get "hit" on more than Girls posting on the selfie thread When these thirsties... start coming on to you/ Thinking bout rapping versus me You ought to stop..../ You are not hot Stop playin and cut it out like autocrop/ Fake thugs see me in parkin lots... Then just talk a lot And transform to female dogs real Quick like "Autobots".../ I'll show up at your residence.../ By the time you're this clever kid... Kanye will be president./ I got more bars than the Vegas strip..../ And stand behind em like I made a mix For you to taste and sip... While I wait for tips.../ I'm so "fire"... touch my mic after its dropped and you'd be "burnin"/ And Turn yourself in to "ashes" In the rap game that's the only way That you'd be "urn" in (earnin).../ I spit flames like I ate coal.../ Chill straight cold. You one of them light skinned kids That just think they had it hard Like J.Cole... or Drake bro/ Not even suicide prevention's got more hot lines/ I'll leave you there red in the streets like stop signs... Pop nines? I doubt it... You drop dimes... You know you be doin homework kid... not crimes.... So tell it to some one else cuz like my watch is broken I don't got time.
I don't know who you think you intimidate You been a fake. Food on my dinner plate. The beat down I'd administrate If you'd even dare to participate Finna make... you look like you were dragged down the interstate Behind a Ferrari turbo charged Made in 08 with Virginia plates.
It's a cypher not a battle and talk is cheap... Put up bars or shhhh keep it down... This for the real only. So just do what you do best "Spitfire" when the real in the room... sit down... Shut up... and spectate.