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Don’t mean to HAARP on ya’ll, but I’m bout to get my reign on
While Halle Berry givin me head to help me brainstorm
Gee Oh AYE T...for those that spell my name wrong
Johnny Storm in a gay bar, bout to get my flame on
cans’ll have you assed out, it aint paint when yah body get sprayed on
makin ya’ll all say uncle while I’m conducting this seance
the flow so sharp it glistens
like my knife in the moonlight when I stalk a victim
guilty only for being the best here and not narc'n on my narcissim
I am truly the don of the clever bars
fly and wise, call me Louis Vuitton Farrakhan
I’m Schoolly D mixed with Huey P, knowledge forever born
plus I'm strait dope like moving keys through the canal in Panama
I drop bombs with Funkmaster Flex’s facial expressions
Lines so retarded..
They’ll have Cuba Goodin come and do the Radio edit
I got a fellatio fetish, we don't go out to eat usually
but she’ll let me put the tip in after she pays for dinner with no gratuity
ladies say I'm cute, a 9, but I'll still que a 9
bumpin Cube' and Nas while gettin the latest from Q Anon
pump action shotty yah thoughts, that's my mantra of course
as a short,I got my Contra cheat codes straight from Oliver North
I's born to damage shit, since I shot out my daddy's dick
swam to the egg inside my moms, then fuckin scrambled it
niggas stuck with text, not I, fuck a keyboard I jot rhymes
in the studio..
you niggas couldn't break the sound barrier doing mach 5
pipes smokin, it aint for a new cardinal, stop it
I'm predictin you'll say I went off on this page, but I aint writin for marginal prophets
let the four go, any prevoius attempts on my life, you will forego
ill enough to give you the Moors code in morse code
you tell niggas to chill, I give niggas the chills
that's our difference in skills, I'm out here killin for thrills
fly enough to have yah girl drop her gown on the strip
then invite everybody down from the control tower to hit
lines are far out, where the cosmos is, going thru cosmosis
you wanna know how I know you got snakes in yo staff? cuz I'm Moses
hands or bars fuckas? both are B2 bombers droppin payloads
so slick with the punches, for now on, call me Vaseline Lomanchenko
fuck a fade, I air 9's and 'matics
that spray baldheads like hairline enhancements
my current opponent is dead and don't even know yet
so sip yah tea or get froggy, I'm Alpo...on the moped
they say the one who takes the high road is the better man
but you gone get this smoke whether you want it or not, like it's second hand
wondering if your worth the wait, if worthy we can bang
my words worth is worth it's weight in currency exchange
the curvetuer of this gerber blade will cirumvent yah vein
and the tip'll get stuck in yah vertebre in a nervous fit of rage
you can't go tit for tat with a tactician
no days off, only muzzle brakes..that means it's no kickback when the mac spitten
I've raised the bar quota fo, the best bar quotables
I'll smoke yah fav rapper, then light a cigar over em
I'm Checmical Ali in the ring, ya'll niggas all rope a dope
novices not even notable, I'm the highest on the totem pole
when the world comes to an end, I'll be in my bunker sayin I told you so
line for line till I overdose N'get my fix when my foes get a broken nose
I trained 8 hoes and got em all in they place
when they talk relationship goals they get soccer balls to the face
fuck the last line, show's over, aint too into big finales
I'm fuckin Awesome, this whole rhyme was sponsored by Dick Vitale