Fuck modesty, I’ll turn battle rappers to rattled rappers
and kill 'em on tracks like cattle catchers, matter fact
it’s like these vinyl scratches are signifying the final chapter
When I snap back like a spinal fracture or chiropractor
It's kinda backwards I use this gift of mine
To go tearing through the rappers like its Christmas time
So if you're present get ready to get rattled around a bit
‘cause I'm the type to shake it up pondering all the sounds of it
I'm a slave to the patterned tones
Pulls something from my caves and catacombs
It's hot rage in shockwaves to shatter bones
when I get live like dropped ‘nades in battle zones
All your bullet talk seems like a hollow point
I’mma make you draw a blank, watch me
The way that all these punches are flying over your head
I swear I'm bout to call this shit drunk boxing
I’ll be mixing art rhymes with hard times
Times the spark the heart finds in dark minds
A far cry from marked, signed and chart climbed
A light in darkness signaling that it's bar time
I'm quick wit for slit wrist
Misfits with lit wicks and nic’ fits
Flip the switch get lit quick as Bics, shit
Battering the mix like a whisk through bisquick
I guess I'm something like a head case
My legs ache from carrying all the dead weight
But I can't pay the steep tolls the meds take
’til my neck breaks Im battling through the dead space
At my core I'm half-bored with rap form
Packed with more half formed crap than app stores
But that scorn is actually what I'm back for
Bringing back the repartee to call it rapport
But the attitude that half of you have to music
has got a dude thinking that he's a zero ’til he's got a few
added to his statement, but the statement I'm making
is that the balance I'm after isn't the one you give the power to
Am I hopeless cuz I focus on rhymes spoken
in time instead of promoting dope, toting a nine
I'm opening minds, absorb and apply and hope it aligns
not joking my lines are like the guy with fucked up hair the way I'm ending the weak
I’m the M to the C they're pretending to be
You can see the way they tremble when I enter the ring
They fucked around and left a carnivore to tend to the sheep
So when I put the pen to the sheet
And start preying on you bitches like I'm bending the knee
I’ll cross you off like a to do list, agenda complete
If they wanna bring the beef in the pen with the beast, c’mon