Beast (Prod. By Trapezoid)

some say the game might still change, some rappers might kill a beat bro

im on the rifle range, my mic skill stays elite though

im in beast mode i eat foes like a T Rex, massive rappin dinosaur

these mcs against me flex, be next killed in my rhymin war

so what they rhymin for, money diamonds whores

thats the wrong reasons so they no breathin, not achevin higher scores

what im wired for, is naturally rap you see,

these trashy rappers are candy rappers, a snack to me

and you cant clone me homie, these phonys try to duplicate my skill

my rhymes kill like 9s kill, leave you crucified killed suicidal

bruticized still, admit im ill or i will go belistic

i will make it i have not faded, im not another statistic

i cook you like bacon, you burn slow in an inferno over a stove sure

for my rhymes my lines, i know you have a boner

im rhymes owner they weren't stole sure, they all original

im native to creative, im aboriginal