Lyrical Chokehold

I fly through the station, Jet Jag acceleration

Evisceration of this whole fuckin' nation

So keep you patience close to you and your publications closer

Try to step to me and you'll get read like you're a brochure, heh

C'mon, take a step back

You don't want this smoke bro, unless you got chimney stack

Put you in a lyrical chokehold then wrap it all up in a body bag

'Cause at the end of the day, you're still just a stupid fuckin

Drag, you thought you had me

Shadow possess your producer, and create something for them all to see

I'm a third degree you're a first degree

Nothing but fire when I talk

Your music is in a box, not the plot

Lyrics give you a bad case of the pox

I'm really like that

To write your shit you gotta make a pact

From my pen, there's nothing but facts

Now you want me to take it back

But I won't bitch, busy counting these stacks

So you get lost on a beat?

You should try using a map

You're nothing like me, so lock it up

You got nothing to say but you still find a way to talk it up

Just let it go bro, This isn't same-old

This ain't a gameshow, no need to be so bold

With the way you're talking shit

'Cause there's no way that you're ready for this sonic blitz

Rather put you on a jerk beat and see if that fits

'Cause you just simply don't have the style for this