400 Words In 1 Minute

[Intro]
Hi
Im gonna be rapping
400 words
In under one minute
I’ll put a stopwatch on the screen to time it
Let’s do it

[Asa Jake]
Im about to spit it hella quick
You thinking you will contend with it?
You’re out your element
It’s evident I’ll never get hesitant to wreck a minute long record
I recommend you get the hint or get a grip
Unless you get to grip on a semi quick
The eloquent and intelligent felon
Put a shell up in your skeleton
Under a fellas skin and I kill his kin
The quill’ll quеll at will when I’m well equippеd
With quips
Imma kill again

Now imma speed it up
I’m the epitome of a deity
And I’m eating the beat
I’m eager to beat it up
I’m vegan but I’m seeking to beef with people
I’m meeting up with
Bringing the D-Eagle when greeting people
The piece is up in the air
Not what people meant when they told me to “keep it up”
When you think of an egregious linguistic genius
Deacon of English, it’ll be just me that you’re thinking of
The pistol never on your side I guess you ain’t [?]

You trying to move me but I don’t even budge
Say you a G but you the type of dude to see nothing and say “I’ve seen enough”
And if you sleep on me, I’m coming I’m leaving you weeping cousin
Sleep is the cousin of death I guess you called it repercussion
Gun to your face; you see 12 like you see a dozen
Nobody gonna be killing me because of what I am thinking of
Ain't nothing to me but it’s something to see cus the people love it
Coming to hunt me? Any sucker that want beef you will eat my dust
You’re never gonna be fucking with the gunner
You want a one-on-one?
It’s gonna be cumbersome

You’re gonna be stuck in a conundrum
You’re humdrum
No wonder you’re under him
You a runner up
I’m running up on you and I’m gonna bust
Yeah you fucking up for thinking you gonna be sicker than me
You better run your numbers up
Cus I’m leaving them and anyone that want it numb
And I’m hitting them with numb… chucks
Fucks? I don’t give one of em
Sucks? Your music 101

I’m bout to hit 400 words in a minute
What I’m flipping a permanent bird to you murmuring critics
It was your turn to spit
And all anybody heard was some crickets
So zip it
And learn to get with it

Asa