lets go,

untrue self-glorification is funny, it tickles me pink
i don't think i rule the game but i can still murder your ink
182 ways to cut you up, so make sure you dont blink
smooth flows like vanilla, cold as ice without the rink
but this aint a game like hockey, I might be cocky
others lines are sloppy, your rep is small like a horses jockey
im a bad boy on the mike, public enemy number one
shed light like a candle, so hot I can burn the sun
cuz rappin to me is a craze, drop ultraviolent rays
ultra quick with the speech, violent in many ways
like planets, to me all other rappers revolve
spittin rubix cubes, something that you cant solve
I just don’t get how these rappers call themselves vets
there rhymes are used like the plot-line for the bachelorette
you know I drop hot shit, like a man with a healthy bowel
flows never foul, perfection for every line and vowel
Its poetry in motion – just coastin
not even breakin a sweat, but the vets are wetter than the ocean
that how much I got um wigglin, knees jiggilin
cant concentrate, pen squiggilin while im giggilin
like a schoolgirl, cuz I know how much they underestimate
I cant be beat like a handless man trying to masterbate
and im on fire, like Im the the next busta n’ joe
my next joint will be with mya “my rap game is like woah”
it always shows that my flow is like woah
make sure that yall know that too easy wont slow
but jesus Murphy, I don’t know what the hook gon’ be
shouldn’t be hard to choose with all the hooks on me
cuz my options to kill are limitless, like those nike shox
every line I drop is hard like bricks, like jenga I connect the blocks
to make everybody who reads it jump out they socks
these lines excite so much, the fellas should be wearin jocks
cuz ive found the key to the flow, got the game on lock
no guns and know glocks, but I still know how to make it rock
so spell it out for me “T O O E A S” why?
well im still here, and when I battle someone always seems to die