This is craftsmanship
An avalanche of magicness
Placed upon a pen, a page, a pad
A composition
Tell my competition
Ambulances must assist them
I’m on a tandem
Foot on the pedal
Palms on the handle
This n*ggas tangent your circle is damaged
Please don’t cross those lines
Criss Angel I make sh*t vanish
These is tell tell signs
Should have told you
Should have warned you
These n*ggas in disguise
These n*ggas styles is fabricating lies
Oh my Oh my
No gin and juice or 90 proof
I wild out when that Henny loose
Ye on stagе I swiftly tell these muthaf*ckеrs
Give me two times to feel a vibe that ain’t love
These is new rhymes for them boys to run a muck
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can’t be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat b*tch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can’t be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat b*tch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
F*ck your ABCs and fundamentals
Blood at the tip of pencil
I hear the tempo and let the pen go like the wind blow
Again yo
It behooves me how you do me
It be all smiles that acting sh#t for the movies
If your sh*t a** I don’t need Proof
Keep it to you
If this sh*t Crash
Its a Kamikaze let it loose
John 3:16
Born 3/16
These 3 16s lethal injection
Tell Ice Cube I need a split screen
To show off all the flows is we there yet
N*ggas confused they don’t know then get chin checked
I’m touring out the Matrix call me Neo Soul
Red pill is my favorite I’m seeing just how it goes
Go toe to toe with Tony The Tigar just to relate
F*ck being good n*gga I am great
I’m showing off my hood
I represent my state
Chef hat off to the top
And tell my fam to pass the plates
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can’t be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat b*tch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can’t be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat b*tch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
I got my mental on my money
My money on my mental
I know my doctor hate me
These bars is f*cking up my dental
I got my mental on my money
My money on my mental
I know my doctor hate me
These bars is f*cking up my dental
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