[Lars]

"The Flyest Since CopyPat!"


The dude’s mad eloquent, a boom bap specialist,
With true rap sentiments, my doorag’s evident,
Old skool cats reminisce at me flying the flag
Cos I inspired ‘em to rap & still got new jacks checking this...
I’m bring ciphering back, who said freestyling was wack!?
I use my mind as a pad when I’m writing a track.
Always got a mic in my hand, don’t try with me fam,
Wouldn’t scuff the side of my Vans to draw a line in the sand.
You bet your life I’m the man, the flyest since CopyPat,
And you’re right to acknowledge that ‘fore I find you a bodybag.
I’m applying for college grants while high like I’ve got a chance,
Lighting up chronic sacks that act like guides to the promised land.
You guys are just holograms, I see through your transparency,
Lucifer’s mad at me cos I raised hell & ruined his balance sheet.
I’m the looney who’ll stab ya niece, mixin’ juice up with anti-freeze,
Seeing you in your battle steez has me snoozin’ & catchin’ breeze...





Quick key. The flyest since CopyPat... Holla back!