@Myverse

Yo, grab a nine with the cool cats, back at it, learning my mathematics,

I crack static, we have knack at rapping, me and K with the pen, he justs

say let's just cook, and I just say let's begin, the kitchen burned out

mental health I had vision that my plates and my skin had some incisions,

you missing out with the best in this mission, the old churches,

chicken out in out in a fight, and, we will be having a sickened out for the

night,

 

The lights dimming, my spirit's ascending, I'm blending in with the essence of Slim,

I'm just a kid from the sticks, but I've got the gift of the gab, and a pen,

A map in my hand, a plan in my head, the rap game's mine, I'm gonna win it,

I've been to hell and back, with a devil on my neck, but I'm still kicking,

The lyrics are sticking, like a honey bee to a jinxing,

I'm spinning, with the precision of a ninja,

I'm in it, like a grenade in a pinning,

 

Yo, shoutout to MF DOOM he showed my the way, I put commas in comics

the villain is here to stay, Andre 3K, honestly OutKast in it's place of their own,

furnace is black from the rap that fuel the flame,

I'm on the throne, with the same name, but a different game,

the sport we all play is hip-hop love and praise.