Super Lyrical Too

Caress karats on the neck, carry the weight of the rest, in retrospect I am evidently the best

Since my pops birth in the seventies I was already designed, a blueprint from the God of the Blessed

Never confined to a single thought, this Jesse James-esque plot keeps the story meshed

The rap games gun slinger, taking over the broken souls of right wingers reading their scriptures

Slugs sung from twitchy fingers, memories of blood trickles down the brain and it lingers

Into the minds of mothers, another lost brother, coffin platinum-covered, separation of two lovers

The divine told me the last supper was inevitable, Yahweh in the sky told me to stack my decimals

I did it loudly in an upheaval of decibels, disrupting heaven’s gleam and its overall spectacles

They ask “How he spits these verbal cathedrals”, you don’t gotta ask how cuz that’s disrespectful

The two-bar flayer, the fools gold bar layer, the master ace of the deck, 4 suited player

Flow like Don Perrignon, extensive jewels I’m wearing on, expensive schools I invest in very calm

The styles vary from 1-10 but never dips below a 9, you wanna argue on? I’ll leave you splattered and bombed

Children of the Corn, the maze is filled with wack rappers and pawns who yawn

In the Don like Juan, though I move solo, I make hits like my last name was Soto

In this fast lane of the drag race of the logos, I spit the Word til Genesis reverses back

And the flop emerges from the ground at a race pace, drowning back the people’s wack

Actions, Noah relaxing in his boat, seen by the people as a comedic attraction

Keep going back and you’ll find yourself scraping with Adam and Eve, not the atoms and trees

It’s just Madams and He’s, I’m an unfathomable G, I roam beats like my style’s from Constantine

I’m Constantly monstrously bombing thee, all these sabbatical tape measures and tactical weapons

Mathematical severance, the acrobatic in evanescence, imma say there’s a factual heaven