Letras
Peep the brush strokes on the canvas
The whereabouts or about the style I use
Lack clues like Atlantis
Smack a dude
Bet his eyes black or blue
The heart or at least part of my art is martial like a mantis
Plan to hold a flame to my skill go get a candle lit
I'm sounding like I plan plays when I just scramble it
I spit off the tip top and flip flop and sandal it
Clearly gripping the mic and nuances of how to handle it
They tryna get on by telling badder stories
I'm in the lab tryna raise red flags in different categories
For example
Audio dope is ample
A sample or a handful is enough to get you trampled
And fiddling with my flow and how I'm delivering
Snows just cold flows leave ya froze and shivering
But this man hot
Demand props
The clan don't stop
I got the key to free the Pando box
I'm only back to put the nail in the coffin
I got them inhaling and coughing
From my exhaling and talking
One of these days the man jams will get fans
To demand that this man stand
Where band jams while they flailing and gawking
On the stage with those on the same page
Who feel the same rage
Against those of the same age
Impaling and crossing
You all busy stabbing these backs
You all lagging and I'm busy swaging tagging these facts
In every one of my tracks
Every one of ya tracks lack stats
Every one of my tracks packs
Ain't nobody dropping fire much higher
Yeah every one of my raps stacks
But not in terms of top hits
Or the top picks
On topics to spit on
How many times we hear you say got chicks to hit on
Huh
I'll drop kick ya lid on
Who you fooling cooling
Trying be cool in pool a ghouls
To fool the school
When you really got dicks to sit on