Lukasy Catch 22 (Round 2)

His rhymes are scheme-less, my lines are seemless, sewing up whatever his tiniest feat is;

Newborns slaughtered in the Bible, needless to say, nice to meet ya,

Quote "Young goat, undying legend" more like the first of what a dying breed is //

How could I respect this sequence,

Went from getting by with weak shit to a bye-week technique-less //

 

What's a catch 22? Cute little Snoopy here trying to fetch contention through //

But see, to me every match I'm in is food ... 'Ricky put ketchup on any pooch,

This Luk Foo that I empty in the loo, no restaurant

No leprechaun, this pot of Luk' is gold that's made for fools //

 

What's a catch 22? – Not wanting to allege the innocent youth, and wanting to wreck contenders too

But L. Godd falling from grace, period. And it'll be the first body I catch in '22 //

L. Godd! Fell off, no n-word pass as a white boy being an off descent

What miraculousness are you offerin', if I'm blasphemous then I scoff repent

So magnanimous you write-off offense ... No Mass effect, I heard you go soft on Cyn' //

Less than mediocre wit, ya decent shit couldn't even last with Liss'

That's why your music was last on the list //

C'est La Vie's first verse was chill, just monotone as hell

The rest of the enunciation and energy all went downhill //

I'm wiping tiers, tell 'em buck up like his two front teeth

This past year, his only milestone was finally hitting puberty //

I'm getting Luka off my back, like hanging up the jersey of 77 Doncic

See Mavericks keep it a hunnit, Charlie Brown the small forward, but Snoopy here is big frontin' //