No Return

My mind focusing on rhyming all the spit

Syllables in the due, time it's gonna hit

A million to stop? Decline your offer, bitch

I'm still in hip hop until I lie in coffin, stripped

I got too much fricked thoughts, write hot, super sick jots

Won't stop on the dot, I'm confident this spot

Is the place I'm supposed to be in, never leave it

The day I get blown to pieces, sent to Jesus

Is the date of me being retired as a writer

Okay? Now I keep feeding my desire to spit fire

Writing heat in a cypher be one of my life and vital needs

At night, won't sleep, 'cause I rhyme sublime lines so clean

The dust in the room automatically disappears

So fuck all the brooms, all that matter be wisdom, ear

Touching, discussion starting intelligence

The hardest spitting artist my preference

Know I'm lit with them lyrics and I got flows that burn

Now I'm addicted to spitting, and now there's no return

 

My superiority is undeniable

With brutal flows I eat your gun, then light a fool

Up, and burn him until he's a skeleton

Raps are murking, done killed G's for failing in

Creating a sixteen on the average level

A death threat is me saying I will spray off and

Diss your phony ass in my next release

This the moment you brats get to rest in peace

Spaz with those nasty flows, if it's fast or slow

Master of, raps and all, tracks smack you bastards' dome

Defecate and step on brains of featherweight turds

Rhymes a flame beacon of fire, stay keeping foes

Close to me, so I dome them, see, took an oath to poetry

To demolish all them wack so called MCs

My knowledge golden, my tracks are totally

Unarguably the most twisted dose of heat

An artist see, leave foes dripping when they challenge

They retarded, so garbage, they can't even fake talent

 

Raps do provoke them G's, the tension's getting higher

Like bad students smoking weed, the pencil is the dyer

Of your clothes but I ain't even talking 'bout paint

Overload of the pain lead to fucking up rate

Of your heartbeat, it get quicker, then go down to zero

You're hardly a spitter, the sounds of evil

Come to bitchslap ya, scratch like Mixmaster

A gun won't click after, I smash the shit, have to

Dedicate my whole life to hip-hop and rap

Let's get it straight: I don't like wack shit, stop the track

Bend and twist whole sentences, I'm sending in

My pen's venomous ink, the representative

Of lyrical rap artistry at its peak

Killing crews, tracks, scar this beat nastily

I'm causing terror, there's no sincerer

Or better source of flows and clever

Metaphors, you met a force so immensely powerful

That when it hit, you can sense these cowards' doom

I'm talking 'bout my experiments with language

Fuck all you clowns, my lyrics is stainless

My raps a beauty, snatch their jewelry masterfully

Blast and bully with tracks that truly slap you goofy

Acting pussies, cats and rookies, eating you, molasses cookies

A demon, heat is spat, peel caps and that's my duty

Along with spitting writtens that's simply unholy

So, you bitches listen to my grimly done, pro league

Top tier, hot, feared of spoken attacks

I know that when I'm flowing, I'm assaulting with class

Eat beats every day, like that shit gluten, a God

So sick shit I write, but there's more to learn

Once I picked up the mic, I knew there was no return