Child’s Story

This is different wickedness
Extreme Sicknesses makes geniuses look illiterate
It's Twisting figments like licorce
Business get smoked like cigarettes
No one to witness it, no suspicion
I'm a shady character I admit it
I try to be anonymous regardless if I gotta be
Famous to make this paper
I'd rather remain nameless and real
Than faking for a deal, or a contract
Instead I bomb tracks, with strong raps
Never fall back like a militia
But I'm tryna get bigger like I signed up for the gym
Oh shit this kid is from Flushing
Tho hes dumping on niggas without a mothafucking toilet
Destroying competition, sending em down the drain
Underground pass the trains to the sewers
I brew a flow that is dirtier than manuer
I maneuver over them like hitting the deck
I'm spitting for respect
My flow is the best
Speeding up and slowing it
Like
A studder step
Digging under rep
Not afraid to get
Messy, so don't try to test me
I hit hard righty or lefty
Don't fight me
I'm deadly especially with a melody
I'm hitting the spots of beat
That no other brother can possibly hit, probably i embody a godly figure, not just anybody can match me physically, and
My velocity is faster than light
My philosophies made me
Master the mic, my status when
I rhyme, tranquilized..
I got tank full of it, in my mind I can keep on going cuz I refilled it, Re-builded it filtered it
Killing it burning it like a skillet
Got a low-pitch like Curt Shilling
With them bloody sox from the beginning to the 9th inning
You can't stop the hypnotic hip hop artist
My craft is polished tho I'm obnoxious, just tell me that i got it, got the listening addicted like alcoholics, this shit is shocking
Picking off kids, I lost it, pardon me but I'm kinda looking like survivalist so call me James harden, and im spitting rockets, no games, played regardless, my brains retarded, and with my lyrics im a motha fucking monster, a mothafuckin man with my mothafuckin plan, to wreck shit and have it established that, hip hop is back