Word Manipulation
• Written by AFLim
made this beat from nothing: scratch to song
play the track, then I start having thoughts
thousand rhymes and bars I have to jot
rock it when the beat drops, blasting off
opportunities aint have to knock
shake the room, expect the aftershock
wrote the first word, now I cannot stop
see to believe, have to watch
I sent myself on a road to the peak, a mountain to summit
feet inching closer, progress made in small amounts, then I sum it
I chase the beat and get caught up, you think I'm out, nah kids, I'm it
even before I spoke a word, I was amounting to something
knew tons before I sucked on a pacifier
grew up as a bright son, I been passing fire
spew stuff for the writeup, but there's too much that I
might cut, while you fools suck, ain't no light up, y'all are past the fire
coordinated like an x and y
keep it 100 like it's ten ten times
came from the best city, yes I meant NY
if you ain't the who, what, where, when, and why,
don't question the Ws, bless you, but if you,
test me, I guess, looks like you didn't study, you
guess and check while I'm pennin' checks,
expect no less from what I do
stick to my strengths in lyrics with
strict rules that I made to split in bits
lift roofs, cause my ceiling aint exist
pit crew, one man band, well listen, it's
in tune with the music and instruments
big news, don't know what the issue is
R.I.P. through, tear the beat, I'm killing it
it's true, I'm a lil' ridiculous
// beat switch //
switch moods, but the flow continuous
been smooth, and the rhymes are infinite
spit new, not a bit derivative
wit huge, and the words are limitless
swift moves with the pen, I'm quick with it
lit fuse, in a matter of minutes, it's
click, boom, poppin' off in the mix
since whom has there been a sicker kid?
turn rhyme schemes into great songs
blow up after I take off
with each challenger that I face off
verses solid like a great rock
the way I write's like a grenade, got
a pen to pull if he attempt to play god
I mean, the audacity to this anomaly,
is, just actually, beyond belief
you ain't a G.O.A.T., all you know is a half-assed bleat
don't steal lines like a railroad, been trained to
keep going, no stop in my tracks
lemme make it clear if you thought I asked
I'ma last longtime, you're a longtime last
don't get it reversed
no seconds, I'm in it, I'm coming for first
with every hour I spent on verse
leaving 'em drunk, dazed, and confused
you weaklings are stunned, tasing you fools
spring into gear like it's April to June
and I ring in the ear once the playoff was through
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AFLim
Member since June 20 2022