6'7' (Freestyle)

Pardon my persona, rapper anaconda
Eat these rhymers quick, call that death before dishonor
Y'all don't want the drama, your genre's border comedy
So cop me fast while I last, I'm on commodity
Might be an oddity, the way I spit that true form
Take the hottest MC, I'll make him lukewarm
Want me to follow your steps, go get my shoe horn
Y'all ain't my sons, you're my muthafuckin newborns
I do it for 'em, I might breed some green competitors
Trashin' all their rhymes like my job was chief editor
Fresher than that new blood, wiser like a veteran
Grindin' late nights, countin lines, call me Letterman
Write your name with the list of bums I did it better than
The game is dry, I spit to make it wetter, man
Weatherman can't predict this kind of rainstorm
I body finer lines in my fuckin' brainstorms
Change norms and smash all your expectations
No bullshittin', call that constipation
Knuckle up for the flood, double up just like you're Noah
I'm reppin' 215, bout to run this like Balboa
Boxer in the ring, got a chopper I'ma bring
Spit bucket by the buckle, boy you're rocking with the king
I'm a titan on the mic, call me Tyson comma Mike
Vying for your ear's attention, if I want it I'ma bite
Right down to that nerve, that ground and to that curb
Like a kick up in Kenzo, kicked up in the end zone
Lace the hell up, your face gets swelled up
Heard the scathin' through the wire, If they're hating they're a liar
And I'm bout to take it higher, but I'll keep that on the low
Too many rappers in the game, somebody gotta go
Nobody got a flow like that young Philly damager
Rip it like a pro, little bro you're just an amateur
Package any challenger and ship him to his manager
Never trust a snake, fake, flake or scavenger
Shady? I ain't havin' ya, I'm messin' with the real
I'm runnin' on a full deck, you missed out on the deal
I'm not the prototype so I might miss out on a deal
So fuck it like a dime piece, these labels wouldn't deal...