Being Quick For Real

Walk and stalk like a hawk flutter my wings and wear
Butter bling and this clutter things up in rap truth or dare
My Lexus storm superior witha calm exterior lots of body paint
And silver dubs to deliver at clubs from a glamour taint
Point of view, stuff catch listeners and like a batch of prisioners
Lock their ears behind walls and blind all jail commisoners
Hey yall in this economy they’re a quanity of raw material
But your flaws in lyricals make you weak and never imperial
Some cats irate in a state of anger even a straight stranger can
Figure your moves and trigger your grooves with bullets and a plan
Have a legit fit of fear when hit in the rear by lead then you dead man
This hot stuff will fry retards and they’ll Die Hard like Bruce Willis
My juice the illest ever, these rhymes express emotions and test oceans
Of rappers, put potions in chapters that turn pages and burn stages lotions
On my hand to avoid chap skin while I’m rapping, some cats wear fake
Denims their publicity poision like snake venom for them it hard to escape
Fantasy and enter into reality. Style pathetic wild and energetic
With the strategy of a battery got galvanic cells plus it’s athletic
In the way it produce electricity and get loose publicity and credit
Romantic as hell never diabetic, come with a drum to beat
And sip rum on streets eats honey buns and sweets and some meats
Got mean art solid like machine parts so my theme spark plain
And raw like a running chain saw hitting metal, so let it rain
Like fat joe let my stats flow nice and smooth I’m insane