I got bars for days, bars for weeks
It’s why these rap dudes wanna spark with me
I step in the ring and break them down like made weather
Never lose money on the best, so I say chatter
When they count the bars, I left a hundred scars
On these rappers careers, I’m laughing in tears!
I’m on my fifty shit, starting beef when I’m spitting shit
You funny cats dance around some messy shit!
Your boy’s fresh, cleaned it in the hospital
Cooler than the Popsicle, hustle in the...
Corny rappers only do it for the bread
So my rhymes leave them baked, I turn em to corn bred.
Leave ‘em cooked, define unique rhymes
What I spit it’s sweeter than the bee hive
Since ni hao all up in the streets
I’ve been earning my stripes,
The block wanna see me shine.

From the, from the,
From the right one up!

Listen, I hate to say this, but damn, I’m bad term
Got bars like a franchise…
All my joints is cracked like God damn
Got a… but not gem.
Hit the boof and I rip, always spit truth when I spit
So get used of this shit, move with the fifth
You’re anorexic, little one to raise goose dudes on the hip.
I’m shooting my clips with your man to say...
When it’s beef, he stole the scale, run away
My hammer spray, left kids missing
Only time your hammer sprayed is when your pet pig pissing
Listen, my life like a movie
I swear for all the right, this here the all to rightest
This st, all my troops go hard
Go play the two position, but we shoot in God!

From the, from the,
From the right one up!

The B girl specimen, hustle harder than a Mexican
I got the regiment for anyone I’m better than
Let ‘em in, check all these gentlemen like their gelatin.
Genuine, no, I’ll be getting under their…
Toss my flow up in the crime, break them up
Criminal, lyrical killing them by the syllable
And I don’t mean to be little you when I say it’s pitiful
That you could ever dream of a chick with a… literal
These rappers so incredible eatable
Stripping out that pedestal and down to the skeleton
And at the gold, does my name offend you?
Man, I’ll be selling out, or just the venue?
Ha, with these... On my feets
Word to my boom box, gooners in the street
Yo, this is sip lock fresh, catch a... Tone
This is Emily Dickinson on that piffifng tone
Uh, and that’s is how it’s gonna be
The kid so free, oxygen breathes me!
Terminating the town, this type of talk is statically
Witty nittie up in your city… technology
What?

From the, from the,
From the right one up!