Lyrical
I'm a lyricist more than a rapper... 'nd blive in lyrical power rather than the power of instruments
Lyrics
Yo, its bin a long time since I told ya a rhyme
But I’ve bin killing emcees since I bin holdin a mic
Like a soldier in lines I’m battling with the flow that I write
Cuz I’m so pro that I might just go for a fight
I’m so so dope that even smoke thot I was tight
When I’m high I wanna beef, but when I’m sober I smile
With a motion designed to kill yall so called as tight
Lyricist personified so yall wanna clone wat I write
They thought I would back down, But I smacked down
All them motherf*** er then put my foot back in their back down
See they rap clowns, act black but cudnt act brown
Talk about inferior complexes, Look who can rap now!
I’m repping Delhi, Insignia, High On Hash and Rhyme Blades
So high and sick that when I vomit yall feel the wine spray
I got my mind made to be top of the charts on the lyrical crime rates!
When yall be referring to rhyme aids
I’m so sick I cud start spreading lyrical rhyme aids
By just having my lyrical mind laid
Aint an emcee who can truly out shine meh
Aart from probably kalidas who cud rhyme even when he was blinded
So tell me truly who wanna be the first
To be spittin a verse against the worst
I got the words that wud swerve past your best defences
Best rhymes, my rhyming starts past your minds fences
Sandy Enkore raise ya hands in uproar
I’m sick cuz of lack of beef am I wrong to want more
See I tried to control, but my styles to hunt for
Any motherf*** er I catch tryin to stunt dawg
I saw his faggitish ass lickin my balls
Sayin I’m the only real sh** that he saw
Then the makeup dude tried getting in war
With a guy whose about to finish him off
Then the two called me with their infinity calls
But when it comes to the streets they sh** tin their drawers
Smack their faces with a critical force
Cuz the people at the base don’t got the pass to look at the pinnacle dawg!
