Riddled with Dopeness

Lyrically Fit //Flippin the script //Rippin the mic to bits.//

Building momentum with rhymes, I spit.

Synonymous with Dominance // Crushing the populous,

Flawless and prosperous. // Doing the opposite //

Snatching the focus of the whole metropolis.

Pimp the track with hostile syntax and get bitch-slapped flat with a blast of my intellect //

Smash where you sit at, collapse when I spit that // Combat contact, raw facts with no chit-chat.//

I’m a force to be reckoned with //Preposterous to go toe to toe with my awesomeness//

My flow is monstrous. // I’m a pro with the dopeness //Supplying coldness.//

Smoking opponents down to roaches leaving them hopeless //

Hard not to notice // when I rock rap like a ton of boulders//

My Verses riddled with dopeness// while your style is simply bogus.//

You could tell from my confidence // Every move ithat I make got consequence //

Sharp with the words, that’s my consonance //King with the crown in my dominance.

I’m ominous, bombing with consonants// Every Rhyme Tight, No incompetence//

Dropping apocalypse, toxic, and obvious.// Crafting words like I'm sculpting with obelisks.//

Plotting with logic, demolish the continent // Chopping the topic, neurotic but competent //

Chaotic harmonic, ironic astonishment. //Music abuse it simply for my amusement.//

Sonic Booming it!// Got hella ears glued to it.// Bashers now in tuned to it.//

Built from the struggle, the losses are what I’m livin’ in. //

But I flip the detriment, turn it to my testament, //

Rhymes heavy medicine, sharper than a revenant. //

Legacy definite, grindin’ with benevolence//