Beat Challenge IV

I’m spitting it wicked y’all better get with it

I’m lyrically gifted I’m killing the booth

I’m rippin this shit with the flick of the wrist

I ain’t tryna bitch I’m just speaking the truth

The sickness depicted a vivid description

Of spinning more records than Guiness emitting a

light that is brighter than anything

witnessed I’m winning this shit in a minute or two

I’m livid, you thinking you better than me, well, think again bitch

I’m at the top of my fucking game and I’m better than I’ve ever been bitch

When I’m writing these raps, it’s like I got magical ink in my pen bitch

Once I get big, don’t try and act like you knew me I promise I wasn’t your friend bitch

This is the end for all you rappers who thought that you had a future

The shit that you make is stupid, exposing you all as losers

I’m getting big like a tumor, eclipsing you all like lunar

I’m razor sharp like the scooter, No wonder Imma make it sooner

My flow is so nuts it’s like I’m spittin all this from my ballsack

Ask me who I fuck with and I say none of you bitches you all wack

I’m out of your league, you ain’t in my lane

When all of you sounding exactly the same

You gotta be different and make your own name

But it’s all up to you to be making that change

I’m so dope I spit prisons instead of bars yeah

I’m driven like Cadillac you faggots acting carsick

The way I flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

It’s my time to shine like I’m afraid of the darkness

Y'all ain’t on the level I’m at, I’ll level you flat

You heard of next level well I’m on the next level from that

You’re tryna overhype yourself like a wrestling match

Hit them with some solid bars, watch their temple get cracked

Hocus Pocus

You are not the dopest

You get fucked in your ass so much

You shit you dont even notice

Y’all are just mad cause I’m better than you

You guys are annoying as shit like stepping in poop

A battle with me is like, a military drone strike

Aircraft flown right into your fucking home life

It all happens in flashes, as fast as a strobe light

And if that don’t kill you, sheer terror alone might