13. Whats Next?

run up on the scene like a suspect,

busting automatics we don't bust techs,

thinking in my mind bruh what next,

im grabbing for the games throat fuck this,

 

so you wanna here lyrical spiritual individual,

on a track no body can mirror this individual

its pivitol that i pivot every syllable,

its clinical that i bring a clinic,and give you this medicinal,

when i performing these miracles,

i damage your ego so bad that its un fixable,

you typical rappers are pitiful,i commit murder on these beats,

call me a digital audio criminal,spiting subliminal,

angry principal, and its a visible visual,

but i speed it up more than cheetah wearing Adidas pumps,

come and get your feces dumped,come out brown like recces yum,

old school beastie bump,hit the ground running and the earth beneath me jump,

the people that are listening wondering can he keep it up,

this beats bleeding just sit back and watch as i beat it up,

beat tell he leaking blood,

near death he lay back and watch as this reaper come,

creeper kgb sleeper, beat her up for being a sleazy nun,

i aint for that tease in fun,but trully being a beast is fun,

i eat this gun,as i release these feasts as treats to the streets,

they leak, i see, you dead by me,before you can blink,

im in sync,as i drink, im on the brink, of going insane,

i just wanna feel numb like Novocaine,

 

run up on the scene like a suspect,

busting automatics we don't bust techs,

thinking in my mind bruh what next,

im grabbing for the games throat fuck this,