Meks
i.d.

wen i git one the mic i'm cuttin lyrically tight/
fo chrits' sake against you my knife makes, ginsu looks like the knifes fake/
not equipped wit techs but wit text, cant rip wit meks cuz i sever necks/ i took'a clever guess, picked u out the crowd like I'll battle who-ever next/
but u cocky as'em all, the next thing u grillin is da hospittle wall/
u dont shock me, meks is chillin, hadda drop and a little fall/
back on top it was a little stall, who u crack on stop it's pittiful/
not sumbmittable, il-literal filth/
i'll comit-a-bull, watch ya be-littilin wilt/
this aint a toy or'a game, what u fiddlin with/
so i'm rittilin hit, i'm tha kid on this shit/
u missin a stint, lemme gitta glimpse, i'll pis on what u spit/
so listen a bit, thas how i git down - i crisin the ground where i shit