Flood season 2

Imma mad disher, I bring Gordon Ramsay to your kitchen

I don’t swim with fish, step in, they self-beaching

I pull up with precision, every strike a perfect incision

But not when I am puff-puff fishing

Imma witness you wezzeing Look at the blood you sneezing

And get a grin on my face when you hit with paralysis, freezing

Pull a Thanos on your vision This ain’t an accidental collision

Every line I drop hits harder — that’s kinetic collision

But when my heart beats twice — we call that superposition

I break your squad apart clean — call that nuclear division

Your whole style collapses — that’s the quantum decision

Fuck Tom Cruise, there’s no impossible mission

Take a headshot and like a mother thinking of their son “There's no bitch I am missing”

Dodge a headshot when you duck, Bugs Bunny yells “Duck season!”

Thinking you J. Cole blowing off — well this is the off season

Chop you up, blood spray high Turn the sky into crimson

1 vs 60 — imma take on your whole damn legion Imma abstract your vision

Pull a colonizer in your region Then backstab you ’cause of treason

I know you feeling left out like a witness of omission

Against me, that’s a terrible position I know I'm sick — it’s a chronical condition

No edits in this verse, just a rhymer’s transition

Only when you're dead is when you truly have composition

Think you’ll be big? That’s a false vision

I cook rappers for a living, welcome to the chef’s audition

Put your name on my hitlist — boy, that’s a death’s commission

You praying I fall off soon, keep wishing with religion

But I rise every season — that’s a permanent revision