Trigga Matrix,nigga face it, wrong chunk of the brownie mix,your
complacent,
My flows ridic, yet quick to slip grip, and unload the clip, on your
placement
Juve here must be spittin in "slow motion:, rhymes dont seem to "bounce back"
Know he aint get it from his momma, back that azz up instead of replyin
wack
When rappin towards, battle boards, got more pull, than a V8 with the tank full
I got a theory,you couldnt beat me,if you had the KGB near me,reporting weekly
Cause espionage gets you a life term, hold your ass cheeks firm, and really squirm
The asthetics, must be in my genetics, to flow so poetic, and hit shots like reddick
Yet still attracted this diabetic, like magnetic, and fed him his lyrical
diuretic
I read ya old shit, Your rhymes are monotonous similar to, "one time at band camp"
Continue ahead, submit, flows rottin this fool, like flies on stool, whos
champ?
His nose clogged?, his flows thick like mayonase, heres the butter knife, and flonase
Leavin the streets, did this without beats, still syck like not liftin the toilet seat
When he sees this, hell be jerking his meat, but wont match the syck shit i excrete