Letras
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
My sixteen bars are cold as the rigor mortis ask the morticians
Althrilla artistry in temperature gauges is the coldest
Highly adept in my power levels
Could quench the most powerful fire
In earth blenders in avatar
Even a satanic rapper cloned in holocaust fire deforms
Coz I am always at a greater flow rate thus I overwhelm the fire
I am the sickest with this mic apparatus
Get confirmation from the pediatric heart surgeons
My spit game is too high for this niggas to catch up
Coz I reshuffled my decks to flight decks my metaphors stings
You feel them like drug injector ports tryna pause the impact
Starring you get a glaucoma I put emcees in a coma
My verbal address disturbs the devils address
Address this before you see devils in blue dresses
My lyrics be pumping through speakers
With the impact of a militant firepower
All my competitors are victims under enemy fire
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
You wanna be an MC
Show and prove
With the art of your sixteen bars like this
PY vet I could spit one rhyme bar sentence now
Against every mumble bubble gum rapper
And sentence them in a rhyme bar sentence
Without parole meaning a rhyme bar sentence
Without full stops and comas
Chicken coward niggas lay inferior eggs
Whenever they hear my raps
At their outmost shock they shook
None of yall niggas comes close to this
You got that fool talking about the death of metaphors