real talk

This is the battle, I'm gonna tell ya I'm gonna win the war

Have you take all your amo to the store, returnin your lines like your mind is poor

Well looks like your gon' have to for-close meaning you can't win this homie

I'll have you so mad have you say in what everyone says blow me

This shit isn't glee tryouts are next week go take your pen and seek

Help have you searchin on yelp for your next few lines to put me down

That don't work homie can't you tell I'll have you yell to the top of the church Help

Your tracks can't catch mine shit yours wont even sell

Ima Take this to a whole new level you're gonna need a shovel

To to dig deep into your mind for words that can compare to mine

I speak nothin but truth have you at a funeral thinking how this track bought your suit

My thoughts are like fruit refreshing and Damn is that a blessing

I'm just messing I'll have this published and you can go back to school and be punished

Tell me this shit is rubbish, I'm a dictionairy your a fairy

Like what that means is your a tale, your corny lines are a fairytale

Have your shit sent out by mail two to three business days

To reach the district called I did nothing but fall

I'll have you set sail out so far you can't be reached by cell

I'm actually an artist an arsonist you'll be out and not be missed

Mother fucker ignorance is bliss I'm manic have you read these lines and panic

Sporadic static lactic have you hidin in the attick

Lime wire this is fire these words have you feelin like a liar