Imaginary Rhythm

I'm sick of the bass line now I ready to go, chance is are win a title or knock with a bow/Keep my music up alive now I handling the toast, when I creep from the darkness now I was a ghost/When a dude trying confront it, they wanna be tough/Somebody even called my name, that's adrenaline rush/Keep my name in order, disease came from disorder/Inspired by great rappers, GA we coming to em/My wasn't butter light, the bullies still here to the another night/I walk from the steps everyday, now who wanna write/Case of a murder, I become the 9'5 when my arm lock and loaded, I look and surprise/Like nigga I was explosive, keep it my environment/History a lesson to ignore my acknowledgement/Now everything just said, you wanna battle me to introduce to all the wish come from the gravity uh/The High Learners, do it for give n' go, kids tip walk, I sign off to get the flow/With a Imaginary rhythm to as far as I get em, for real let's be real when them dudes try become so ill/I got skills when I bounce throughout emotions when I keep it on the low when the song is come again/When you caught throughout the ankle, you was broken-off again/Not on that G shit, you acting so pretend/That dude the misfits when they bragging out again, I don't care about the rules, when they argue out a friend/I was killing with the jumpers, I was banging with the drummers, I look like I'm playing point guard with the thunders/Calling out a hero, call a super need glue, was the Michael Jordan but I only have my spizikes, wasn't the Michael Jordan for all them dogs, that alright/Them jealous niggas calling me loco, I see you uh/