Murderous Art (Unfinished)

I ain't never been one to be flexing a piece

Get hit in the chest, now the streets stressin' the peace

But I'm hittin' these beats wit some of my expertise

From my pencil that's bustin' lead into ya niece

I'm from the east, where a sneeze is mistaked for a squeezed trigger

Hollow tips, wit a straight shot to the ribs, snatchin' the Hilfiger

Off'a little Tommy on his way home to catch One Piece on Toonami

Above necks like neurology, but I'm not coming for your head

I'm spittin' fire like I puff a ton of cigarettes

And I'm scorchin' up some necks cause this flame don't know respect

I'm aimin' for the best like my words were bullets of a TEC

And like the head, leg and the feet

You all ready this kid bodyin' the beat

I'm a faggot rap loser that looked up to Martin Luther

And I thought by saiyan I'm King Cold that I'd be Cooler

Now I'm fuckin' stuck measuring syllables wit a ruler