They are not matching my skill
You know i keep it a bill
Do it all for the thrill
Closing in for the kill
This is the type of beat that’s making me want to go hammer
Rappers talking out their neck i do not see their candor
Crossing over all the time but still are not the answer
It’s finally time for me to go and up the f#cking standard
Switching gears is easy i am running my own lane
Stare into the demon’s eyes i see you are afraid
This is not a game yes, the boy has gone insane
Witness greatness in the making you will all respect thе name
R-e-y-c-h-a-v-o
Who’s this kid with the golden flow?
Hе about to blow
Y’all just best get low
Keep getting better with time like my name bordeaux
They are not matching my skill
You know i keep it a bill
Do it all for the thrill
Closing in for the kill
I’m a predator king of the jungle
Rope and a dope i am ready to rumble
f#ck being humble bursting their bubble
They so far behind and see me in the hubble
Kneel down before me and bow to a god
One verse from me and i’m crushing your squad
I threw down the gauntlet they don’t have the stones
{?} league of my own
Feel so alone when i get in the zone
Written in stone i belong on the throne
I’m not a watcher i am a monster
Prescribe like a doctor when pen to the pad
Sonnin’ these rappers they calling me dad
Why are they mad?
Let the boy spit and stay out of his path
Admit to his wrath or up on the mat
They are not matching my skill
You know i keep it a bill
Do it all for the thrill
Closing in for the kill
Class is now in session do your best to pay attention
I do not make a concession boy this sh#t is an obsession
Freshman but i’m rapping like a vet
Man, you ain’t seen nothing yet
Haven’t even broke a sweat they live inside my silhouette
But i’m so slept on
My flow comes with a mattress
Madness disastrous i haunt them in the blackness
Malice when i come direct
{?} with their disrespect
Ask em all to face their fear and watch the way i manifest
Test my blade respect my metal
Talking flows the kid has several
Tremble when i flash the tec
They cannot match the intellect
They mumble stumble fumble crumble
When they spit ’cause they can’t speak
The dialect the saddest part ’cause i ain’t even trying yet
They are not matching my skill
You know i keep it a bill
Do it all for the thrill
Closing in for the kill
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