SLYME (front Seat freastyle)

Lord forgive em , praying that the storm will hit em

they be mourning like some orphan children

this venom swarming in em

Im not Raheem , Dont compare me to he

i spit heat ,make Satan feel like he's trapped in the oven

im coming with covens, they got them n9nes and they busting

like its nothing please tell someone , im summoned

fresh out the dungeon , peeling cats like some onions

and thats word to krust the rapper , *coming in faster , cant fuck with master

you bastards dont matter , no matter how hard your try

Homie Im S.i.C , but i drip with slime

you can suck a dick and die , far as im concerned

bitch you can burn

quality over quantity , i obviously got what takes and my colony's

all in your face

switching up my flow man , aint no thing

I live for symphonies, aint no frienemies

just friends or foes offending

hating nigga , now you mimic me

doing dirty work , like you engaging in a sinners deeds

spotlight is mine , all the time im the centerpiece

Climbing to the top , out the dirt , im a centipede

got the dopiest metaphors and similes

giving all these injuries , mentally

for centuries , lyrically

im best , no need to guess

no need to stress

strategically , freakishly , sweeping streets

i dont mean to be mean , just keep G with peeps

plot and scheme ,no apologies, no peace in harmony

aint no peace in harlem streets, aint no angles guarding

No tearing down my dynasty , mobbing with the finest team

trynna find some peace behind the scenes

 

all i want is is bad bitches and power

Nigga time is money and im the man of the hour

devour you fucking cowards

ill drown ya in chapange showers

i know you niggas been doubting

im ouchea , the thrown is ours