the realest

Yo when I was fourteen and deranged, ill-brained feeble without a sack of change

Hence, I was quarantined for days, for real, evils got me tapped and detained

Fortunately an angel came to me one night and spread hymns pon mi name

When the devils were torching me under sunlight, I changed

Scorching hot flames under my ass taught me to fly like a plane

Corpses rot as they hanged but when my chorus rocks it forever bangs

Cuz my porridge is hot, so no fake blonde ever eating up my grain

Lots of intruders came, industry names that I’ve never heard of

Tryna get me to listen to them cuz they “hot” like Bobby Shmurda

But instead of that I murdered all their plots and wicked fervor

Took a bible and yearn for knowledge to able to smite all bitches further

If you come here to learn up then you better have a notebook

Cuz my verse are like how that Nate Dogg wrote hooks

And you’re still blind to my greatness, I’m Helen writing whole books

I don’t need your delusion to say that Kalligraphy was no good

Fuck all that!

 

PK wrote me verses, all I got to do is ask,

KeyJ told me “purge em”, so you just fall back,

Kaz needs a verse and I’m writing like that,

RaS needs some time off, alright just stand back,

But my rhymes are epic-esque when I bring you an epic death

When I’m deep in an epic mesh you can’t free me from epic-rest

Cuz I’ll fuckin’ wreck your head in a sec with extra depth

You need words in your best bet, cuz I’ll be greatest in retrospect

No need to neglect my reps, you can count ‘em and I’ll show you my chiseled chest

Bruise up your shriveled neck and sizzle up your pissful death

I’m ticked up, and this so fresh

Don’t sit up, just hit the bed

And sleep while you can before Kalligraphy slits your flesh

Ooooooooh come on!!

 

They call me Kalligraphy the Illest, Kalligraphy the releast, Soliloquy spiller, calligraphy-gripper

Epitome-of-awesomeness, flow like the Wallace’s

Rhythm acrobatic, earthquakes from my esophagus

Lay your body in catacombs, sarcophagus

If you want a spinning head, come ride this obelisk

If you want sugarcoated bars then you can get off of this

And listen to Goatz instead because he’s sweet like lind’ choc-o-late

I’m heavyweight in rhyme writing, he gets bellyaches from trying biting

He ain’t ever topping me, I’m the product of a singing Socrates

90 million dollar lottery, half a billion dollar bodily

Figure, inspect the bomb that blows atomically

You bitches divine comedy

My shit is Divine Comedy

Your shit is quite possibly

The worst thing since light popped in thee

Universe, get off of your tricknology

I’m coming after you like Vikings from Norse mythology

Goddamn!!