Yeah, Lets start a bar fight up in here.
Yo I spit complex rhymes on a regular.
I’m the king of this jungle so i’m the predator.
So when i’m on the hunt you better run.
Coz if I catch you you’re done don’t step inside my perimeter.
I go and buy a new mic you suckers get a gun.
You’re threatened by my presence, you hate that i’m the one.
I close my eyes and I can see the world crystal clear.
Because my soul is intertwined with the atmosphere.
I study the greats and pursue to do it better.
You say you make the pussy wet well I can make the pussy wetter.
My mind frame’s not one for the average man.
I’m the type to have a master plan for my master plan.
It’s simple to see that i’m ill and don’t mean sick neither.
If you spit like I spit you’d need a quick breather.
When I rap I make sure I put on my wife beater.
And slap anybody who claims that I don’t spit ether.
The last thing you want dawg is a confrontation.
You rappers are more cartoon than animation.
I been doing this for years i’m trained i’m not a novice.
So respect the bars my flow classic like a horse and cart.
Check my scars and calloused hands from these wicked lands.
And you’ll see why I write with a wicked hand.
I was blessed with a gift of intelligent wordplay.
And cursed by having too much to say.
Hip hop is in my DNA, they wanna clone my style.
They got Government agents following me around.
Tryin’ to corner me and capture me.
So they can strap me to a gurney and study my whole anatomy.
I’m like an automatic with the bars.
Spraying houses and cars while i’m cruising down the boulevard.
They know Shorty Mic be spitting hard.
Fuck a race card, unify, stand together march (Yeah).
There’s no theme to this, just my consciousness.
Pouring from my head like an open faucet.
I tried to force it but my rhymes come out flat and boring.
It took me years to open my mind to its full potential.
I’m a star, it’s just I haven’t blew up yet.
A diamond in the rough, so i’m on the come up.
So be prepared when it’s my time to shine.
To be droppin’ devine lines and distort the timeline.
I’m here to take what’s mine.
So crown me one of the illest alive, along with the top five.
So if i’m in the top ten that’s fine.
As long as they say i’m one of the best rappers of my time.
That game’s changed and what’s worse these rappers getting stranger.
I keep it old school I still write with a pen and paper.
Coz if my phone crash while i’m in my rhyme zone.
I’ma smash the phone and punish myself till my body welts.
I do it major, doing it less is not in my nature.
I’m not a hater coz my prospect is far greater.
You got a problem with that then take a seat player.
Like a doctors office you’ll be on time but i’ll see you later.
I’m not your average emcee.
I’m humble to a degree so don’t you dare try to disrespect me.
I’m not one to take shots indirectly.
I spit with precision, there’s gonna be a hole where your chest be.
I’m making moves just as fast as the flash do.
I may look static, but multiple times i’ve passed you.
How many times must I out rap you?
To show everybody how I eat microphones for food.
Don’t make me turn to the dark side like Anakin.
Coz all I see is a bunch of cravens and mannequins.
Handicap rappers spittin’ that non audible language.
Just like a quadriplegic nobody feeling your shit.
And what a day we live in where money outweighs the skill.
And likes and views are the judges of being ill.
Whatever happened to dropping lyrical masterpieces?
My thesis is the audience IQ is decreasing.
But that’s ok, coz i’ma keep doing my thing.
Keep offending these motherfuckers with the words that I bring.
I get inside your cranium before we step in the ring.
And then I do you ugly like a dirty heroin syringe.
Mind altering content is my special ingredient.
That keep the fiends coming back for more no soda my shit is raw.
I strangle rappers with their own microphone cords.
But on the scene, police couldn’t find any leads, get it?
Just like wine I get better each year that I get older.
Respect to those who paved the way for this hip hop culture.
Excuse me while I sit back and puff on my cigar.
And drink this henney rest in peace to our fallen soldiers.
Lets get back to the task at hand hip hop hoorah.
Just like an overhead dead lift I raise the bar.
I don’t see other rappers yo, yeah I see statistics.
You see what i’m saying coz I write my rhymes in hieroglyphics.
Don’t get mad if you can’t understand my mind and hand.
Take some time and read some books and let your mind expand.
In my mind I travel to planets and distant lands.
Our planet is just one grain in a large beach of sand.
Let that sink in for a moment let your mind ferment.
Coz i’ll be damned if I fall off from rap again.
It’s easy to fall of and hard to get back on it.
If the fire’s burning out then throw some gas on it.
I’m prone to lyrical rampages when i’m provoked.
And leave you like a roach in my ash tray you been smoked.
People say that my rhymes got to much anger in em.
So I walk up with a calm face and start stomping on em.
Sometimes I like to sit back and just ruminate.
And let my conscious mind levitate into outer space.
Intercepting radio frequencies from different stations.
Conversing with foreign entities and different races.
Microphone madness, when I hit the the stage.
While i’m spitting a freestyles I swallow blades.
I’m something like a renegade never been afraid.
To say what’s on my mind like Eminem and Jay.
I can do this all day in a hallway.
With my fellow rhymers and turn this shit into Pompeii.
They look at me amazed they wonder how I keep.
Spittin’ and spittin’ and never run out of shit to say.
I love being underestimated.
Coz when I step up to the mic i’m leaving motherfuckers decapitated.
Son of David, but I never needed a father.
Coz momma raised warrior you can tell from my aura.
Supernova, this shit ain’t over till I say it’s over.
Still spitting bars to the measure yo check my composure.
Yes i’m a soldier with javelin fangs and cobra venom.
Genetics enhanced to take out my competition.
How many mics must I burn to get my recognition.
Coz I won’t alter my image or personage.
I break the game down and chop it up into little sections.
And conquer them all until I reach my destination.
I can’t help that i’m slick with this rhyming shit.
You suckers rapping like you still got a hymen bitch.
Why you running around acting like the next dude.
You a copy of a copy you the next fool.
I make a fist and punch the ground with immense force.
And crack the surface and then shatter the Earths core.
Scriptures written by the rich and the poor.
About a legendary emcee with no lyrical flaws.
Intricate rhyme techniques to think like me your mind will cease.
My penmanship so hard I write my lines on diamond sheets.
You wanna play this game homie well I play for keeps.
Fuck cash lets battle for organs and brain meat.
Suicidal thoughts i’m thinking about performing em.
Coz no rapper can kill me and now i’m bored of em.
I see the anger in your eyes from the words I speak.
Go home and train coz at the moment dawg your mind is weak.
I got rhymes for days, weeks, months and even yearly.
Just like your girlfriend, my shit is not pretty.
I got so much on my mind I need a weekly drain.
Otherwise my brain sparks a class five hurricane.
I don’t apologise for being the best that I can be.
That’s like me saying sorry after a set on live TV.
I see you homeboy running your mouth you gon get dealt.
Excuse me while I let history just repeat itself.
I’m a star, it’s just I haven’t blew up yet.
A diamond in the rough, so i’m on the come up.
So be prepared when it’s my time to shine.
To be droppin’ devine lines and distort the timeline.
I’m here to take what’s mine.
So crown me one of the illest alive along with the top five.
So if i’m in the top ten that’s fine.
As long as they say i’m one of the best rappers of my time.