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Popping a clutch, I’m rocking it tough,

Grinding for days, I’m locking it up,

im like Mike Tyson I’m knocking it rough,

I'm the illest with facts,

dropping, sick tracks

so hard y’all get whip lash

my flow is a straight bitch slap

I’m the lyrical go-getter

stacking up wins, never a quitter,

knock them out cold I’m a heavy hitter,

every move makes ‘em shiver,

When I said it, I meant it, no bluff or regret,

just like a debt collector I’m at your neck

I’m spitting fumes in the bath room,

shadows tryna catch you,

Flip it like I did that,

visions kinda wack too,

Psychedelic drugs in my system,

how they pass through,

Talk slick, I’m a shit-talker,

quick to snap you,

cats that chat soon

get they back bruised,

Middle finger up, and I’m

swerving on the fast route,

Black mood, thoughts

lurk deep they attack you,

Mind in a spiral, and

I twist it like a wax moon,

Vivid with the clips,

let it rip, then I blast through,

Realness on the track too,

raw with the attitude.

Cobra clutch, overdosed,

Motor rush, know the ropes,

Bolder touch, colder quotes,

Soldier’s trust, holdin' posts,

Broke the crust, ghosted most,

Smoked and brushed, no repose,

Told to hush, foes are close,

Soul combusts, molten flows

Smash the glass, lurk and move,

Aftermath, hurt you too,

Crafted fast, burst the groove,

Back to back, verses prove,

Flash and dash, words are crude,

Clap the wrath, curse the crew,

Crash and blast, burstin’ through,

Backwards path, circle you

Terrorist, non-stop plan,

Merit this, bomb drop, man,

Clearing this, courtroom stand,

Serious, more to land,

Bearing gifts, orange vans,

Scaring kids, onslaught, damn,

Perilous, strong top brand,

Various, war-torn lands

I’m colder than ice caps,

rolling with night traps,

Holdin’ the mic back,

folding foes like flapjacks.

Flowing with tight raps,

Im knowing your hype capped,

Your bars get smacked down,

I’m throwing the right jab,

Catch me in flight paths,

higher than flight crafts,

I’m lighting that gas,

igniting the fight fast.

Ducking your light taps

Runnin’ with light cash,

I’m clutching the right stash.

Spazzing with rhyme stabs,

laughing at light grabs.

I’m scorching the flames bro

torching the lanes slow,

Forcing the same flow,

warping the game though.

I’m packing, insane drugs,

jacking, your fame plugs.

cracking with straight thugs,

I’m laughing at lame scrubs,

I’m penning this, bending this,

endless with sentences,

Clever with penmanship,

every line venomous,

Menacing, stepping in,

wrecking the premises,

Relentless, I’m flexing

Blessed with the method,

it’s tested, no blemishes,

Reckoning, leveling, settling nemesis,

Evidence evident, never no hesitance,

Measure my excellence,

I’m active, I battle I’m crafting a classic,

From A to B, then C,

I master the pattern, No fractions, I’m

snapping and shatter the standards,

You blasting I’m baffling fast with the tactics,

I cash in, no accidents, rap with the madness.

I’m hitting em with an uppercut, Rappers try to stunt but they fronting that’s a butt fuck,

I ain’t one to run, step and catch a tough one,

im like a gun bust, you dont want the come up,

You ain't built for fucking war, better hush up,

I crush chump leave em leaking when I rush up.

blood guts Tough luck better not fuck up,

Stacking my pay stubs, rack ing the same dubs,

Slapping your fake love, back in the same club.

I’m hot with the wordplay, sipping on Bom bay,

Tripping on sun day, drifting the wrong way,

Running the one way, clicking with gun play,

Flipping the funds, hey, tricking the run, way.

Stupid faggot