Yeah, say one,
Tiff the
GIF,
Soul
Chef,
Goon
Tracks, what up?
Innovative, illustrating the method
On how to use roads like weapons of
Soul
Chefing
Heating up a cold session
with old lessons
On how to dominate any candidate
you nominate
Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka
The
Nike
SB rocker, the hipper hip
hopper
Sometimes I spit reminiscin'
the big poppa
And my intricacies, if you listen, I get proper
My whole style is superfuturist, editorialist
Explore the world through the
Commonwealth
So I won awards with this
The love I get is glorious
I'm victorious for settin'
trends notorious
The people need a warrior
I'm at the higher regency or the
Astoria
Givin' you more of the realness
in the categoria
Hip -hop genre, I'm
Obama
A1 and
TIFF, they get flippin' scripts
For the rest of this,
it's
I'll die making music just to tell my story,
cater to my followers, pay homage to those
before me, I bow to predecessors cause I know where I come from,
I'm humble but I eat a
nigga whole if he wants some,
I'll never fall a victim to fads and trendy waves, ever since
I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze,
I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker, I
Feel it in my soul,
I got that magic and you figure
I'm far from my prime and I
have yet to make my debut
When I do these niggas better,
wear they safe suits
Cause touch that mic, no remorse,
and I will rape you
Be cool, I take you under my wing,
just for the spring
Cause most only last for a season
Pretty smile, but when I kick at you
It's where I was a heathen,
I got that fever
Until I'm face up in my casket
I'll never lose,
and several dudes bear witness
To the madness,
you faggots
For the rest of my life,
I promise to spit savage
Way above average, the microphone is
my second maverick
From the east coast, south to parish
Japan and
New
Zealand, giving hip -hop a new feeling
With vintage quality,
so appealing I'm
Marvin
Gate, a rap, what I'm giving you
is lyrical healing
My box cutter make you look like relatives
of ceiling
If you try to step to me, your flow, it is
you stealing
Stiff -armored cats in my
lane like I'm
Peterson
Brett
Favre, a lyrical game, cause I need to be
Ve getarian, with an appetite for blood
Call me
Edward
Collins, cause I'm the thug,
ladies love vampires
Set it on fire, burn a bitch down,
take a king's crown
Decapitate the weak, live now,
this is first down and gold
No control on the road, see the lanes fold as the grim reaper takes soul
You