Pure Lyricism
• Written by kunta
Lyricism Like J. Cole, Its a Cold World, Temperature in a Twirl
im on the regular, like mother earth, start the thunder, its secular
i've been rapping since the birth, im a hearse in several verses versus nervous worthless people
im gonna put you in the scope, known like interscope, refracted like a scope
im intact, rap game hit on impact, form my pact with my racks, in fact im gonna attract
im gonna affect the subject my raps are in effect, provide like david peck
im gonna peck at you, flip you 'round like an tech deck i rap so respect that
finna expect, ima spew, ima spec, im turbo like an ex mech
no brainrot, no mew, paint your shit on my shirt like the hue for red, ya dead, dont sweat it
not Pushin P, Pushin B out my way, dont mess up my day, lay you in the dirt
extract your ugly smacked ass out the picture, as i consider to deliver calibers in your cranium
pull up wit my homie no threesome, stop fakin' like you tryna be sum
come from the slums, what have i become? let me spit my wisdom real quick
ticking me off, stuttering and wondering like tics, stutter-run like my blick
shit aint plastic, no polyester, no game no low poly tester
i go extreme, through the barrel channel catch the gleam, see the scheme?
not extremist, no neo-nazi im the more deadliest, chopped clean off, give ya headless
pains endless, yo, no tomorrow
