Point to Prove
• Written by YoungJezza
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You can't fathom, My rap pattern
I mastered it like Master P
I'm the massive shit, You can't amass to me
Some call it destiny, I call it prophesy
Cause I'm the Godson, I'm fucking awesome
You fucking liars, you tryna buy us
You can't entice us
I'm Tyson on a light skin I beat the bison
This style you're biting, hungry Nigga
I hope my flow is very appetizing
Chew on that for a minute
I'm finna kill it to make a killing
On every record I'm wrecking every sixty seconds
I reckon you just missed my intention
I've got a point I have to prove
Whatever that is you can choose
I hope ain't confuse the clues of the youth
Who calls himself the Kid
So he can later claim he is the Shit
People said my wordplay wasn't evident
But I'm intelligent, that's what I've been telling gents
You can't grasph the depths of my evidence
I went to hell just to say I was heaven sent
Can you comprehend
I feel like Jay Electronic
My tape's the thing that you're wanting
My words they're forever haunting
The thought of beefing me is very daunting
Lyrical prowess I'll be flaunting
Sending all the shots ain't no warning
Accelerating global warming
You're warmin up to me being the second coming
While your girl is wanting me to cum for a second time
You look for words while miss the truth between the lines
Between the lies, plain in sight every time
I've proved my point
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YoungJezza
Member since February 18 2016