Om & BB, ive text'd w/the wick'd, princes and bless'd kids
so fuck sick punchlines, rex start'd spittin' deathbeds
visual methods turn digital in seconds, so deep bro's
changed the game so much, new user name is cheat codes
R.V god, "REX" killed kids w/4 words 2 fear though
then i went & spray paint'd "RexLess, the fucking hero"
went from tonto to mach 2 foo', served suckas pronto
the molatto bravado, R.V version of a bono gestapo
they all came & went, from the dopness 2 the irrelevent
word feuds from comments, diss'es, Bloody Knucks patch'ed N knit
yet still im hear to vent, time came and went...
now REX turn'd it up like joe buttons, got a million fans 2 hit shit with
punches, multis and even my own my teaching Realm,
i shimmer from mentions, u felt tension
as i connect'd a sentence on my parentin' dissention
so no matter what forum, i shine bright, i'll never flop
& and cant reach new heights, cuz its lonely @ the top
left dome pieces flabbergast'd, master'd bastard tactics
& if devastation was cologne, REX would reek havok...
my words is magic, the savage lion now talks n asterisks
and if it aint God Of War, fuck other rappers i collab with....
the battles are cool, the respect is low niggas are sleepers
i'll rip ya face, cheast and even ya sneakers, my flow feak-nish
hard not to peep this, like your 'top peak' being ya "weakness"
but im know to be a killah.... never been a quitter
my fow, punch and metaphores is a team of heavy hitters.... ya herd!
heavy fucking hitters!!!
Schooling cats with truthful facts that'll hex your styles
Rex sick with the keys like janitorial pedophiles
Knocking homos out...similar to hydrocodone
Rex's a beast with elegant words like Quasimoto
cant fuck with the mo-jo, rich off them pie's still after mo-doe
the reason i aint been recordin, is cus im scorchin my mics
i've got carpel tunnel syndrome, and it hurts when i write
started usin ms word, but it hurts when i type
so im freestylin more, gettin nice over night
i've got an unusual gift, some call it a curse
have you up in the fuckin hospital buzzin a nurse
im in battle mode, you should really think about quittin
cus i might slice ya fuckin throat before you start spittin
i've crafted my flow, punchlines are devistating
thinkin of changin my name to half man, half amazing
so i've been debating, this entire situation
just started back recording, my skills are acceleteratin
its my proclamation that im ascending, and aspiring
to use my lyrics as a weapon, im assembling and firing
at any mothafucka that crosses REX'S PATH
cus like a school schdual, came up short N get left with sum like After.Math (label)
the battles are cool, the respect is low niggas are sleepers
i'll rip ya face, cheast and even ya sneakers, my flow feak-nish
hard not to peep this, like your 'top peak' being ya "weakness"
but im know to be on the go.... never neen a quitter
my fow, punch and metaphores is a team of heavy hitters ya herd!
heavy fucking hitters!!!
EZ SLUTS!
in division dont alway get a whole number after your done with the math problem/
dr dre label is called after-math /
leave you with sum/shots
the rest is preety self-explanatory..