Catch rigorous friction because of my religious conviction
Baptized now rap wise my dew rag is cap size face restrictions
My task extreme can’t blaspheme all my books are non-fiction
Can’t get shook off fiction cartoons can get your art doomed
On my sofa relax and max with my armrest so harmless listen to tunes
Try to devastate with data and investigate matters like the police
Do and flow peace true with a scarred mind and hard rhymes then go feast
Got a fat ranch that look like a combat branch got sweaty cattle
Still ready to do battle brief against beef even get spaghetti rattled
With meatballs and defeat all MC’S, really reveal scum silly in the field
Artillery with verses bombard games with hard flames keep shields
Up like Program Spy Sweeper my flow slam guys sleeker than porn
Flicks I’m born sick with skills and quick to kill being a leader scorned
Winner with rhyme intertwined in thought and caught up in divine script
My mind trip when I write, be mixed up with a fixed cup of wine to sip
Try being braved corrupt and fiery but gave up entirely on
Random notes and abandon hopes on becoming a rapper strong
Rumbling through chapters wrong try find my page
And a divine stage in my life I’m lost mind in rage