(precison)trumpet instramental ...

yo listen to the horn, trumpet, erect i get, freestyle off the top of the dome something i'm paSSIONATE---> WITH, lyrical gift,

 

As always beat on repeat, to neutral i shift, controversial packages through and through i sift, yall bullshit with ur misconceptions, with the delusional intentions,

 

flows from off the rocker way out in the third dimension, not too mention, i'm too busy speed racin, forever gaME changing. never any more bottom of the barrel than what i'm chasing.,

 

reality---> and the better half of me. eventually, my patience may come back to me, otherwise already known for

 

facial feature rearranging, for free!. --->complimentary, translation "g" ,

 

common sense says stay the fuck aWAY from me.. for ur safety sake, never regurgitate, eating fire situations hole, allowing bullshit tempers to diss apate,

 

meanwhile i'm not so easy to motivate, stuck on the chronic , i'm like funk flows---> straight atomic, all damn day long i'm on it.

 

emotions and vibes, roller coastin' through the rivers and the valleys, true topic tragedy, so many people mad at me,

 

fuck em im money, mentality, time for a cocktail what u havin "g"? plastered by quarter past three, intentionally , i've got it all like a game of fucking monopoly,

 

laying em fuckin flat no time for punk ass chit chat. what the fuck u gotta say bout the that... of the point, oil to anoint your girls backside in the back of the ride, thats a fact aswell. what the hell im tired of smokin' fools with my written of freestyle daily---> take a vacation maybe,

 

uninterrupted now its time for the seclusions, i'm

 

flowing potent, yall overdosing, with too many intrusions, no need for the fuckin rhyming dictionary, situation getting hairy,

 

my rhymes are legendary, with no effort put forth, its natural and comes easily to me, obviously its daily. .... i'm half man- half amazing,---> half champion,

 

no trying to put a damper on---> til dawn its on -->ripping your hymen, while i'm in, the fucking zone, king of the throne, without even a fucking microphone...., bitches dim the lights when its time to bone.

 

. no more time or patience fuck the dial tone, you acting like a drunk driver fucking hitting all the fluorescent orange cones,

 

what you trying to do?, no more tolerance for you! its past your curfew, somehow i already knew, what the fuck you'd end up about to do,

 

be stuck "on stupid" like you usually do. precision