[Hook]
When they hear how i spit, haters eat shit, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
[Verse 1]
Hi excuse me who're you? Hello, I'm your conscience how do you do?
I'm alright I guess, just tryna be a righteous lyricist
& I just realized that I don't need scissors to make some paper rock, well who knew
That my lines could bring the pad to life, imaginatory stories about the glory of my flight
The soaring in the night, the elevation created from lifting my arm when I write
Then lifting spirits like a bottle of vodka in an elevator, being a chronic masturbator, or a chronic inhalator
A different path paved for every line that is layed, every beat that is slayed & and every sacrifice made
Because mentally, my intellectual supremacy, is omnipotent like an ant versus a giant centipede
Death doth come to those whom must fight against me, deleting your attacks, hard drive max density
1word per minute and you've reached terminal velocity, a rapping atrocity, you're not so big & you're not the boss of me
Malcolm in the middle taught me that, memories of my younger years & the pain brought me back & i remembered
That I'm ridiculously sick & the most twisted, since Freddy meticulously cut open the children last Christmas
[Hook]
When they hear how i spit, haters eat shit, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
[Verse 2]
& My energetic personality, leads me non sympathetic when I'm destroying every single nationality
Hands gripped around the mic like a strangulating fatality, lyrical acrobatics I'm deploying while avoiding my sanity
Cos the fact of the matter is, factually I'm the only one that matters bitch. My lines are off the charts and yours are average
To say the least, cos I'm a beast, deceased & reborn, demonic soul released through flesh I'm torn
You are old and warn, but I'm fresh till death, already died once heard the sirens before my last breath
Now I'm gonna blow up like a blood vess-el in my face from rapping too vigorously
You are miniscule, and I am big trapping notoriously, laboriously, up in my rhyming laboratory you see
And that is why I am the pinnacle, of lines so lyrical, every hit is critical,
& ifeel it in my soul motherfucker, these words are spiritual
[Hook]
When they hear how i spit, haters eat shit, & have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
When they witness my flows, lyrical pros, have no choice but to dub me a rap warrior
[Verse 3]
I don't mean no disrespect, but any motherfucker tryna' step to me I'll break their neck
Like a pencil, I'm mental, pyscopathic with words so plentiful, valuable, rhymes stuck in my vault, destructive assault
Fucking with me is like a wound full of salt, painful, adrenaline pumping veins full
So I'm aggravated, whenever I hear an instrumental, & those whom hated, I'm rearranging their dental, non sedated
& I want you to feel, each word, cos it is real, absurd, my shit is ill, sicker than cancer mixed with aids as well
When I die I'm going straight to hell, can't you fuckn tell
Cos I spit numerous barbarous murderous verses, fake rappers should've stayed in their mothers uterus
Cos your humorous, attempts at being a real M.C it's straight terribleness, so motherfucker I hope you get eaten by a tyrannosaurus
Cos that's a lot nicer, than what my lines'll do to you, you're a little chicken & all your raps just sound like cockadoodledoo
But I am a devilish avenger, lyrical member, possessing rhymes that u can't remember, sequential sentence assembler, and ambassador, for killin an assassinator, and a dedicator for being a verbal dictator, but most of all, I'm a fucking rap warrior
