Aiyo Royal’s lacking the technical mentality aesthetics-still caught up on the commercial cosmetics/
Like diabetics- you r “missin out” on skill- “stickin” to dickriding genetics like “magnetics”//
Bastard emcess you’re a juvenile like shit skids/
that’s why lyrically ya stay fucked like a pedaphile babysittin’ 10 kids//
An airtight stranglehold on this shit, more-less/
diss Blang? Son save it-too bad dis nerd took that as hittin’ control S//
My styles weak ya might say, as weak as a damn-tank/
I spit so much it forms a pool, and ya gonna sank//
I think ya got too much dick in ya mouth, it’s brusin’ shit/
ya got da fucked up genes, cuz ya losin it//
I jus rip crazy, cuz ya get lazy, and I can’t be stopped/
I’m goin to da top, I’m jus hot, bullets melt before I get popped//
I’m jus da leanest, and I’am da meanest, I don’t do heat/
cuz if ya fuck wit me, you’re betta to jus face me, cuz ya turn ya back ya beat//
And my rhymes are in perfection, cuz I always leave all in question/
dis is my profession, cuz ya gonna wonder if u’ll be in my next freestyle session!//