Virus

This is a virus

Desirous for the throne, so I bring a wrecking ball

But I ain't talking Cyrus, I'm too hot right now, don't look

It might burn your iris, my network wireless

But my headphones wired, just like my tires

I'm a stylish rider, plus a reckless driver

My necklace shine brighter than an australian bush fire

The last cross on my checklist leaves you breathless

Like I just hit your solar plexus

This track is a virus, and it's highly infectious

I'm ambidextrous with my pen like da Vinci

I'm simply hot, like Chingy back in the day

My lines break every material like gamma rays

My comparisons underrated like P. J. Hairston

Still I'm far from arrogant, though I'm so high

You should call me an aeronaut

My rhymes correlate, no one could copy

The way I formulate is way too unique

Hip Hop can't exist without me, like I was a disc jockey

I make chicks squeak, they blow me kisses

And we ain't talking cheeks

My flow is futuristc, yours is antique

So keep your fucking mouth shut when I speak