I flow like water
Prepare for the slaughter
My rhymes they be droppin like mortars
Got you looking at me awkward
Like I'm some kind of stalker
Day walker
I creep in the darker
Regions of the mind
Focused only on my rhymes
No longer doing crime
Cuz I ain't got time
To be fucking with that
Bullshit, hood shit
Shit I focus on the shit I spit
Crazy rhymes that you don't get
Or get with
It's the intellect effect with room to stretch
Got them standing in line
When I cook up a batch
Brand spanking new lines
And I'm taking no rest
If that's whut it takes to be the best
If the best rappers die than I know that I'm next
And I'm not joking, do you see me smile
You be choking, and it takes a while
Before you catch your breath
Fake rappers should be under arrest
For forgery
I practice high level word sorcery
While all a yall be outsourcing G
Failing miserably at outscoring me
But ya can't see me
Go back to school for your rapping degree
Faker