Living In The World Today

I castigate, don't care what he has to say

In the real rap game, you wouldn't last a day

My styles are all track-shaking, back-breaking

So you either commit to me or fall back on pavement

No cats fucking with the flow-er that's rugged

I grill yo ass like an enormous, fat sausage

My raps is combining all the sins and problems

And turning them into giant piles of rhymes

That attack you in the middle of a silent night

Your eyelids slide down, covering your vision

So you're sleeping while hell and your soul kissing

Rhymes more explosive than the fucking Middle East

Riddle me this: what happens when I grab mics?

I verbally warp back in time to hurt you in your past life

 

I been telling these rappers, you can call me your majesty

Bars over your head like carpet of Alladin be

Magically predict trajectory of lead

It bounce back to you, and your neck is bleeding red

Demons said I'm their master, leave you smelling like tuna fish

Move, bitch, don't act a fool, you ain't Ludacris

Me with beats is a user with the Buddha lit

With peace of mind I spit fire, make you lose your shit

Like the cruising ship, I'm titanic, y'all panic

When I crush and erupt with the flows that's volcanic

Rip your raps to shreds 'cause that shit is terrible

If you ain't finna pass the test, I don't care if you

Got all the women, cash the checks, I'mma bury you

Your body turn white, like that opium juice

On a feature I carry like fallopian tubes

This the moment of truth, you gooks is crooked liars

If you look inside my mind, you'll see a book of rhymes

Capable of creating amazing sets of bars

They as nice as having sex with broads in fancy cars

Ripping out eyes of him, you, that poor guy beside you

My lyrics always shock the recipient

Ride a beat like a horny girl ride a sybian

I'm pitying you, you should've prolly did me in

When you had the chance, it's now passed your hands

I pass your man's best advanced tracks, I got yo ass in trance

Watch me murder your whole crew, while you clap and dance

Then I sit back and laugh, will I kill you? That depends

If you spit a few good bars, I'll take you under my wings

If not, you'll feel my ability and the thunder it brings

 

I'm an opportunistic oral mortician

If I can't cook in the studio, I'll borrow your kitchen

Like I groupie ho, I screwed crews as a minor

Don't try to squeeze it, for your own benefit

Don't fire threats, 'cause shit can get so menacing

I arrest IRS members for not paying homage

It's time to go, all you hearing now is fading sonic