Poppin Challenge

No Poppin Challenge, it’s a tournament

I been hanging out like an ornament

I been killing every lyric from the start and to the finish

When I pop I will diminish you, I’m more demented

My scores cemented, the wars presented

No fun, no games, no more pretending

I’m spending every single day up in the crypt, a little pen, a little pad

no more preparing

 

When I spit a flow they be befuddled

But this only the begin, I know that half these people scuttled

Do you really wanna tussle with the mentally muscled

That wasn’t meant to be puzzling, I’m just used to the bustling

On this instrumental, see me guzzling?

I know that half the other rappers prolly struggling

I be the exception to the mumbling

Got a problem with me buddy, then we best just get to rumbling

 

That was all under one minute

Trust me, I ain’t nowhere near my limit

Got an issue with me, then lets get to bidness

If you step into my battlefield then you gone lose your skillet

No gimmicks, people know that I’m in it to win it

So mimics, better be stepping before you’re finished

Mo lyrics, possibly gotta see what the critics say

Anyways let me just go and get to the ripping

 

I’m poppin, I’m dropping em, copping regality

My mind intertwined with these line, it’s insanity

Spitting lyrics so quick, it’s ridiculous

So sadly, I’m saying goodbye to gravity

Each punchline is filled with lethality

Step to me and it ends in a tragedy

I come out on top like I always do

But for you, get met with calamity

 

I’m running the game, check yourself like Nike

Not one of the same, thoughts of you: unlikely

I’m like red wine I’m timed too finely

I hate to say but, your death’s untimely

That’s bull of you to screw face me

Cause I’m new don’t mean you can just place me

At the lowest of lows on the totem

I won’t hold em, best run way before I break free

 

Know I stay ahead, packing my guillotine

You wanting beef, stretching em like limousine

People know that I’m balling like Mr. Clean

I got em addicted like I be nicotine

Tongue twisting lyrics, when I be spitting mean

People think I’m psycho when I be hitting scenes

But I know I’m the maestro so can it like Billy beans

Torching people like a pyro then eat em like Jimmy Dean’s