Hunger Flow, Vol. 2 Intro [Freestyle]

[Verse 1]
Introducing Mr. Controversy, Mensa caught case after case
I need a lawyer in the booth for every statement I make
Yo Just, how these fucks act like I ain’t from that place
Where body bags zip you up your face, as if you bathing with apes
Shout Pharrell, I’m god body, think I made the human race
'Cause I articulate my pain in a way that you relate
Everybody got opinions but I got the balls to share ‘em
That could get a nigga killed, like a call from a Karen
But still, I peel off in McLaren
Talking to my therapist, he say I’m suffering from my carelessness
But I was just hustling for my parent's rent
You don’t know the depths of poverty the family of my father seen
Working in Ghana for 15 dollars a week
And they don’t know Ghostface and Mary, all they got is me
The idiocy in y’all to think I could ever be folded
By internet cancel culture, I’ve been in the damn with vultures
Walk through the land of lions, I swam through the piranhas
Bury me in my golds like I’m King Tutankhuman
Far as Chicago rhyming, I’m the extension of Common
Got arrested with my iron, ain’t that shit ironic?
I’m batshit I promise been on every medication
Then I realized the antidepressants made me crazy
Me and Chano in a Ghost, he like Patrick and I’m Swayze
Call my bitch Erica "know how to get a bag lady"
And I had it bad lately
I was in a cell like Max B but I’m mad wavy
I know the master hate me
'Cause I can’t be confined, my mind defies mental slavery
Niggas can’t touch the kid y’all all Kevin Spacey

[Verse 2]
Southside 'fore Lori hit, I’m Gwendolyn Brooks in a DeLorean
Back from the future to catch you slippin’ like Freudian
Political lobbying from project lobby loitering
Suadi haires from Abu Dhabi in Paris ordering
Caviar with the baked potato and the truffle butter
My words like birds, so of course, I’ma ruffle feathers
Consider for a second, if a key well connected it’s 27
I could make that in 47 seconds
And we forever steppin’ my niggas slidin’ on toosie
High like coke cheese, score like the Fugees
Watch the game out the frame the way Kareem Abdul see
I know niggas been shooting 20 years like Coodie
I’m a genius, my tongue hotter than jalapeño
Hallelujah, I’m the negus like the King of Abyssinia
My niggas move base by the key, Charles Mingus
Only got five fingers but I’m with them six ringers
Championship status turn Siècle in Paris
Got the game by the throat from what I spoke out of my larynx
Them thangs that you wrote sound gangsta like Clarence
But we of a different cloth, you fabricate your appearance
Y’all fake I'm the realist my truth is well documented
I don’t like the way you Twitter niggas treated Ari Lennox
God body on prison calls with 5 percenters
My flow is deadly like fety inside syringes
Rest in peace Michael K. Williams, pray for his children
Like a bomb in Ukraine, we just raised down the building
It’s Justin Credible that mean we lifting off
I spit rounds like the the tip of a Kalashnikov [*voice fades*]