Playin' around with clever lines

''MC's'' against me have bleak pulses n' are throwing weak punches like chill boxers

I'm ill, fuck skilled doctors, never wanna fall a goner for dollars, gotta rebuild honor

Still wander for raps with no black whores, makin' me damn snore like girls soccer

A trill monster, My skills bother personas when guilt conjures in the minds of rappers

Spinal fractures-im bad to the bone, had it with clones trying to outrhyme the master

I'll kill you weak pussies like vaginal cancer, a disciple, can recite the bible backwards

And sublimely cause cycles of spirals in the bridled pastors before the final rapture

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

Don't ask to die cause life wont answer, divinest rapper since i climbed the ladder

Mind your manners, Your life's an anchor under the surface like seismic patterns