This is a song about "Bohemian rhapsody"

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Id rather sink to the abyss of bioshocks rapture

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Rhyming skills and concentration

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hand press to ma chest,i prayed for riddle,cuz' we can't lose out. baby,we can't lose either.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Life before it smashes shatters and fractures, the rapture,

What preceded was the clue

Your aura, royal blue,

But now invisible cells around your brain

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain