Immaculate

My mind gets in sync

Together like the pen and the ink

A match made from heaven and brought to earth

I make music, others forgot the words

I’m no geek, just a proper nerd

To join this shit wasn’t my option first

Just found a talent to claw my talons in

I play with malice and only get calluses

My finger’s as rugged as my lyricism

Shouting on mountain makes the spirits listen

Wordplay so fast you could hear it whizzing

I don’t have a blueprint but here’s the mission

I will spit till there’s no reasonable doubt that I’m winning

I tear incisions bleed them out with a samurai sword

Till they can’t analyze the passion I hoard

I trap them in a box so I can pantomime more

Fuck with all of the bitches

I get what I want like when Kobe got drafted

Must’ve stung when he got traded at it

The one who really made the magic

To get paid more than a famous actress

He did his shit, no aimless actions

When you have enough rings to fit your hands it’s

All worth what you’d get from practice

So my past is behind my back it’s like a tracklist

I’m like a grizzly if you try to stab it

I could really kill you if you try my madness

Or if on a Friday you visit my cabin

Jason will make sure you’re living is blasted

Wasting you till your breathing’s inactive

Take his gloves, ski mask and

Chainsaw in the back end

Start relaxing, notes on the pad then

Sit back with dreams of a mansion

Chuckled till he started laughing

Just a part to the nightmare that he’s planning

I’m cutting the thread, one of the three fates

Busting up heads, incinerate, burn and cremate

Rappers just turn to cheesecakes

Cease to wait to take what seems great

They just taste the vape of their own ashes

Fell to the floor like on a blown mattress

Why go at it when I’ve shown advantage

I can ravage men who fuck with savages

and smash em like heads of cabbage

These bastards is wack

and shown they're unimaginative

Rap like they got a mac in the rib

twist the handle in, and surprise you

dabbling to find jack in the bin

yeah,

Fuck with my bitch thinking that you're evil

You leave before you try shit, pop goes the weasel

Best leave before bullets look like measles

fuck with my canvas and i'll smash you with the easel

I'm not one trying shit that's illegal, i'd rather be peaceful

I'd rather make shit that's got everyone gleeful

Instead i got to put a couple people on the steeple

Atop a medieval cathedral,

no synchronization these men are far from eagles

I'd rather not copy everyone and scream i got haters

Cause if that's your substance than what's even on your paper

I'd rather prove to them I move as smooth as elevators

There's so many of you, it's like drugs in a medicine cabinet

And no normal person, more of a fucking ketamine addict

With the doctor's saying fuck it, let him just have it

and said that the price isn't damaged

Now he's got extra cash and on vicodin, dammit!

And like a blown duct they're piping in rampant.

They're broke up and lying down stagnant

Life looking blackened

So if your shit's not good enough, you shouldn't rap it

Best be booking your plan it's just undeniably average

my rhymes, flow, lyrics connect like electron's that are valence

There's no reason to attack this

And I show this is better than what let up out your asses

Why fuck with the combatant attracting viewers like magnets

My words blast through your system, your seven planets

I'm the devil that you never meant to dance with

my demented plan surprises like hats and rabbits

Man, I can barely live with this

You don't need closed captions to hear no gibberish

 

I'm out