Untitled Song

good morning to you all. long time bet you didnt even see this at all.

west coast man coming through your walls.

oh shit is that million dollar record sold i bet you didnt know

i keep it underground to cherish it like a long lost road

these bitches dont know what i contemplate underneath my own zone.

touchdown ohhh im on aaron rodgers flow .

mvp yes your looking at me, something so sly that i creep up behind.

im not a superhero with that god damn mind.

comin through hifi im not no sci fi

when you open your eyes confess, put all the lies to rest.

im the best test corporate or not im gonna steal the spotlight.

i want numvers harder than a snake bite.

 

raysed god coming through here to fuck your bitches into beefstew.

leave the rest for you fucking noobs.

most of you replicate an old piece of doo doo.

viewed worse than a monsoon.

watcha gone do.

 

worst emcee nominte me i dont give a fuck on how you see me.

i lay harder than a spree of patatoes being sliced like pieces of meat.

all i want is a rap degree loan free bitches tempted to suck dick only to replicate me

dangerous mcee no c4 strapped to me but i still come armed like detective lee.

im on a spree no coupon required this shit is for free.

im a fucking a tease to the new off breed that you didnt even see.

should you eny, no you should stomp me.

but in return all you get is a bombing worse than a kamakazi

i can see you on your knees your freedom has now been seized.

carry it over to me, no longer can you be.

your under my wing, but best believe im shedding nothing but reality.

fuck the tv, draining me from my best possibilities.

should i ambush and proceed to be sean of the dead without no scripted series.