Tao of Boyd

Lemme speak what the gods indicated

B. Boyd's skill cannot be overstated

No more sedating orals from the normal congregation

You're listening to the flower and the B: pollination

I've been raised in the white-collar nation

Speaking my mind and preaching toleration

I'm churning out gas, I'm part of the carbonation

If truth is stealing seats? I guess I'm car robber Asian

Oration amazing, get a taste of this

Y'all are worshipping these GOATs like some Satanists

I'm a money grubbing lion call me Simba eating bugs

I dissect the noise these insectoids try to plug

I shrug off a loss like a chip on my shoulder

Crushing rap with my rock like lettuce under a boulder

I'm sitting on my toilet reading Calvin & Hobbes

Getting lettuce in my ranch like I'm having a Cobb

Every word I say is pristine, supreme dictionary

You're listing off rappers like you're reading the obituaries

In my column, I am the A-row

Cuz I arose like I was shot from a bow, yo

Best of all time, I'm a BOAT and I rock it

Y'all are coneheads, nimrods, in my eye-sockets

Casting lines without hooks, no wonder I don't see the fish scales

But at least I'm not stuck on a schtick like y'all impaled

I spit nails, hammer the beat like it's carpentry

Ardently crush any match like E Harmony

You're bargaining, guess you're on the third stage of grief

Good grief, it's good for you, better change your belief

Like you're changing up churches, yo, you need a new priest?

Cuz I got good news: I got sermons to preach

I'm a beast who's rising in the streets like yeast

Crush a weak willed freestyle like feta cheese

My rhymes E for everyone: call it Ecstacy

I exact my revenge; I detest the beat

I'm conceptually complexer than GPT

The mp3 problematic for these NPCs

I'm the EMC BXB bending these beats

Like the Avatar, hotter than Ozai with the heat

Oh my is he beat? He's high, he's elite

He's the mightiest of lions in the Kalahari

Inking out hot rhymes like the calamari

Making rappers run 'way like a fashion party

Hardly been jeopardized, no Steve Harvey

Good for your artery like a beet: hearty

He's shrewd with the rhymes

This dude is divine

Sublime beat harvester

My name's Schrute, Dwight

I'm a dude knight

Penmanship wins a sword fight

So tight, now I'm sleeping in the bag

That's a good night

Look right, or you might catch a hook, right

Throwing out the tech so now you're rocking with a Luddite

Get the spade out

Dig it six deep

This early bird is turning rappers into mince meat

Dig the grave down

Make it six deep

This early bird is turning rappers into mince meat

I chop it up yeah I'm swinging that cleaver

I'm the scythe up in the cypher so you're meeting that reaper

I blow up like a creeper

I show up beleaguered

Cleaning rabble off the street

Yo I am the street sweeper

I put em back into the waste basket, what a basket case

You're listening to a man whose whole life is accolades

Best rap you ever heard? It's just another Saturday

These other rappers choking man it's like they smoke a pack a day

They lack capacity

They lack the loquacity

Man, B. Boyd brings a whole new meaning to voracity

He's vicious with velocity

Velociraptor probably

While they rap turds

He's freeing words, they're looking fossily

Whole new rap philosophy

You call it Boydism

Or the Tao of Boyd

Man, he's already causing schisms

Got the vision and the verbiage for a whole new religion

Rappers trade paper for bread, I guess they're carrier pigeons

I sit atop the bracket so I call it long division

I only spit gas so they flagged me for emissions

So deep inside the cut, there's no need for an incision

Putting ME into the GAME, no more General Admission

B. Boyd