tacticx

r.i.p to cap steez or should i say King Steelo,

back again from bad or mad flows,

i got bitches, hoes, and money in my world and thats how it goes,

now watch me go, FLX the uzzi look at his bullets blow,

pin on point lyrical bullets penetrating your skull,

tell me how that aint mull?(cool,awesome)

run for the blue pill because your shit aint real

lemme mass appeal

about my unvast past and you know deal its like

i tried to be someone else and i died,

but when i became myself it was like my resurrection,

chapters in my mental cortex, no verses my hands is tied,

so free styling is a compromise, was born with no sense of conclusion,

what do you expect from an oan said to be an explosion,

i havent gone off but time ticking,

master with the lyrics, i look on you niggas you tried,

about spans of times, i did it 1 time,

stop trying please,i rap you yap your lips flap, shut it before i get you deceased,

i get niggas in coffins, and then thats only when they start praying,

finally asking for forgiveness, but i dont tolerate nonsense,

and in a sense, im at the top, these oans flop,

they dense, they sink, i float, obviously FLX in tense,

i shine bright, but i petrify like im the dark night, here for rap justice,

these home boys just rap injustice , its bogus,

im a god i vae omnipotence,

glowing like AU(gold) im high importance,

havent you already noticed the resemblance

look at me, i scare you rappers and ill get your inkpads spelling suicide,

because most of you is dumb fellas and stupid niggas,

that just got hit by my verbal triggers,

now go home and ask your bitch which dick be her role figure,

my niggas i be on prognosis,

i came into the game,im killing homeboys with the flow,

i guess you call me noah,

im a bomb, im a problem with no solution,and conclusion is im crisis,

lemme sweep you off your feet and leave unconscious,

okey lets be honest im a true artist,

im on collard greens i guess im the highest,

ask any one you know flexx shine the brightest,

who do you know with sharpness,

the guy with the rhyme and so merciless,

the greatest and the lastest,

look, my nose only catches the scent of success,

why do you think im considered the best,

the other came, but i stoned them to lyrical death,

lord please i pray that in peace they rest,

im going high and i aint even smoke a cigarette,

im tired of surgeons acting like rappers doing it plastic,

exhausted by all these niggas popping gimmicks,

look everyday and everyway i try keep my lyric look original,

so that i stay at the top of all characteristics,

though ive been going wild and jurasic,

i try stay classy and seem like a man that classic,

going around spitting electric leaving these oans static,

my verses chaotic, look at the anus haters looking pathetic,

im here on prognosis, looking at my future getting an optic,

my past had ,me caged, the present had me changed,

but my condition now is considered and rendered as epic,

peace lemme leave the haters traumatic,

ive popping bars like automatic,

i just made this shit seem like a horror movie,

see these chickens panic

peace