Brilliant Creation (B.C.)

It ain't even B.C. but please believe me, this rap life ain't simple

For a kid who raps and produces, I'm in the middle

I'm lyrically talented, who looks up to humblest

Who wants to be the ultimate, and quite profited

But I'm grateful currently, to be fatal, diversity

Comedic, strategic, hygenic, properly

Shooting up to the stars, to be as big as the sun

Without braggin' 'bout cars, and how I'll shoot with my gun

I'm a sinner, beat killer, climbing higher up life's pillar

When It rains the pole just gets slicker

But I don't rap about liquor, or pulling that trigger

Even though at night it's dimmer my rhymes become sicker

My lyrics are classical, sneak and strike like it's tactical

I'm a wooden pencil, fuck the mechanical

And while I advance my lines listed for trending that day

My rhymes are so fresh, just call me #Subway