Encore

 

Old school, flow cool like spinning fan blades

Done did it natural, now beginning man made

Transitional shift

The way individuals live

Within an indivisible rift

I know what to end a visual with

Sight seeing, mic beating, punching bag throwing jabs

This is only an example of the type of skill my flowing has

Fresh cut like mowing grass on the weekend

Pretend,

Is something i'm not from start until thee end

Over an out you'll wind up closing your mouth

Colder then the north pole, you'll find us froze in the south

I'm exposing you now to a new sound for your ear drum

Crack in the music, they'll always wanna hear some

Look deep into my eyes and you can see i fear none

High up and down to earth yet i'm never near one

Wack rappers who crack jokes then laugh after

Like whats funny other then the fact you rap like your dad, bastard