G.I. Joe

[Verse 1: MC Hammersmith]
No pretension of realness, no premises and no limits
No thought of justification, just bars for three minutes
I been killing it since I was a foetus
Disarming rappers like Venus
No time for breathing nor weakness
This my thesis 'cause I treat this
Rap game like a science
And when they acknowledge my vibrance
I'll be on that podium, Nobel Prize
Thanking god for his guidance
With my scrotum out 'cause I'm a baller
When I rhyme to the highest order
I blind the crowd with the brightest aura
And lеave them breathlеss like they're all a-
Sphyxiating in strangleholds
Contort dimensional manifolds
Mic torturer, rhyme sorcerer, my linguistic magic holds
Back your flow like a reservoir
This rap lecture and seminar
A wrecking bar to your repertoire
My cortex and my cerebellum are
A sharpness you'll get lacerated with
Synapses slash serrated this
Massive brain, can't stand the weight of it
My grey matter is saturated with
Bright ideas like Thomas Edison
Big mouth but I'm not a pelican
Want some uncontrolled adrenaline
Pop the medicine, roll a tenner in
Grip the counter, sniff the powder
Volume dial, twist it louder
Host with the most, gonna turn 'em all to toast
A-DY-YAYA-YOS this kid's about to
Blast off like a twinjet
Yep, quickstep
'Cause my dick 10 foot like a quintet
You're a little floppy: diskette
Your girl says ''Is it in yet?''
My bae wet, no inlet
I'm thick set, big, big bet
But rappers talk shit get
Dominated, verbs talk shit get conjugated
I'm half Middle Eastern, I drop bombs
And those two things are not related
What I hate is low-fi hip hop and calm rap music
I hate when people say ''I find it therapeutic
I like the chill vibes, I like the slow pace''
I'm about as therapeutic as a shovel to the face
And mumble rap can suck my dick, the lack of style, finesse
Penmanship flares up my IBS
So it's no wonder I detest
These rappers with their fake Nikes'
And second rate psyches
And less material than size eight nighties
My funeral bump that late 90's
And golden age you whippersnapper
Shut your chitter chatter
Becoming the sickest rapper's
A simple matter of spitting fatter
Lyrics that're like bullets emanating from a Tommy gun
My Spotify's a constant tonne of Big L, Kane, Raekwon and Pun
So block the sun out, watch me run
Circles round you baby guy
Circumferences, radii
Don't think I'll turn one lazy eye
See rappers faking, maybe I should
Just ignore that violent larceny
While I'm shining artfully
But this whole rap game is shite an harmfully
Laced with pussies like it's lingerie
I blend lines, delightful harmony
Stratospheric, fly remarkably
All the words in my giant armoury
Slice an artery, rhyming archery
Sharp like Hawkeye
Stompin' on the small fry
Give 'em all a sore eye
Right before I run them with a four by four
I roar my war cry
Ready to incinerate a rapper 'cause all my
Punchlines get 'em so hype an giddy
Your's never land like Tiger Lily
Your girl said ''Touch my giant titty''
That's quite a pity, I'm kinda busy
Showing them my flow can
Serve 'em like a roast lamb
Two sticks, big balls, call me a snowman
Never, never slow jam
Only gonna chokeslam
Go ham, no plan, programme so damn
Hot when I'm spitting it peri-peri
Spicy rhymes giving you Delhi belly
All of my lyrics be very heavy
Skipping your record like ''Every, every''
Every single hot rhyme
Takes a bloody long time
Lyrical assassin with the wordplay: Sondheim
Running through a stop sign
Trigger finger online
Gunning down a rapper from a helicopter 'cause I'm
G.I. Joe when I speak my flow
Massive on the mic and I'm a fee fi foe
Beat by blow I'm a freestyle pro
And a motherfucking animal E-I-O