nice spit, good shit


*Time*To*Fly*

This kid's name is Instigator, but I be startin the fights/
He couldnt win this battle if it depended on his life, cause he's unsure, like at airports, departing flights/
Commin at me sayin' you lyrical abilities, when this kid really has lyrical illiteracies/
Crazy if this Instigator is commin at me, you claiming you can beat me are lyrical fallacies/
Next rapper to elevate higher than the tallest hills, remember my face, I'll be the first rapper on humdred dollar bills/
Cause I'm on a different level, you'll never reach my skills, even if you had a crane doing windmills/
You waking up and seeing a win for you in this battle is a miraculous discovery, almost like saying losing to me gives you unlimited longevity/(it wont, you'll get killed)
The only time this fool could beat me is if he tried virtual reality, my skill keeps growing cause I got infinite vitality/
Launching massive attacks as punches come from both hands, there's no way to dodge these fists, cause there is no way they'll jam/
I be makin' moves, I be cuttin ya fam, you'll get cut faster than a family of Edward scissor hands cuttin' up a Christmas ham/


Let the voting begin