Flows is sick like droughts in the desert
So ahead of yall sons, even Gretchen couldn't measure(gretchen on Recess)
My characteristics show signs of a riot
More spartan at most, you toy soldiers cant fight it
Got me holdin back like Everest, I'm devilish
But the fire I blow may come off a bit metalish
Witness the heat turn his meat to a dinner dish
Didn't think I was sick, eat a bit, why you think you feverish?
Practicin and practicin till I can killem in two
Gotta lyrically take the legs on one, and make it do what it do
So I dig in the head, and hit the fuckem switch
Got me superman solid, mister Ali quick
Grab ya mans by his feet hang him over the roof
Splattered meat on the pavement except for his boots
Another mess for the coroner feast for the rats
Tasteless beer on the ground niggas tippin they hats
I'm like X. to my niggas, Mr. Malcolm it is
Got a message for heads, my speech is liftin wigs
No head to think wit, shoot up ya learnin space
Ya hustle is mixed up so how is you earnin cake
So sick, can make, weak ears sedate
And make broads spend it all jus for for ya boy to relate! (Get it)
If not, keep thinkin!
DONE!
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