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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