yall dont hear me

Freewrite time no bar shit no lines

Ill spit a rope around your neck and let my words decides your times up

Lines cut

Brolic like they lifting man my rhymes tough

 

Keep it simple is the key dont let the complication get to me

Big words are big words theyre not the fucking recipe

A raps as good as what its message is confusion aint necessity

Philosophy plus rap just isnt good unless its meant to be

Unless youre vinny paz or fucking nas I think its safe to say

The world could do without youre "knowledge"

Save it for a rainy day

 

Songs are from the heart not the brain hip hops an art-erie

Im higher than a charter be, mcflier than that marty be

My simple rhymes'll teach you guys the game like its ludology

Take it from the prodigy

A young mind that chose the life of rhyme now its a part of me

 

A force to be reckoned with when I torch you to death with it

Flamin all you rappin faggots, words are hot like a method hit

Firing back is irrelevant

Take your shots for the hell of it.

When I spit back your blue an black like my saliva has melanin

Twenty shots heard down the block

6 are dead an 5 are cops

Thats what they get for tryna help you

Wheres your big words now, they dead too?

 

Lawyers briefcase in my jeans look like my money evidential

Pick a weapon pen or pencil

Draw it out man heres a stencil

Plan your death like machiavelli

Leave your body in the jetty

Pour some sauce an fry it up so I can eat it when its ready

Sick and twisted thoughts like jeffrey dahmer wit a toddler

Eat these bitches hearts in front of em like benihamas

Misogynistic? Fuck that bitchshit man I call it gifted.

The gift of makin women cry without my fucking fist? Shit.