Indian Flava

[Verse 1]
I lyrically drop bombs
I've been laden with ill weaponery been better with em
Pen spilling syllable binge
Lyrical predicament
Beginning to feel like a king
Hip-hop is my Cinderella
I go little too complex, got a little to accomplish
Attention, respect with Spek as my accomplice
Better reckon I can wreck you in a second never gonna let up every sentence that I pen is fucking god blessed
So anyone who thinking I'm a dilettante I'ma deal a taunt out to everybody, piece of my mind
Rapper like me ain't easy to find
Tell me how you want it? Intricate or minimalized?
Minimal eyes watching me killing these rhymes
I'ma keep it a 100 that's minimal lies
When others take a beat put the lyrics aside and call it hip-hop are you kidding me guys?
I write punchlines, sick bars, word plays, new rap
Bunch of guys bitch arse haters say who that?
'Dull rhymes' diss art 'your verse is lame' screw that
Bitch I'm sublime, this art going at full blast
Cynical showman
I be spilling out open
My thoughts on the paper work rhythm I go nuts
Syllables flow plus with lyrics I'm robust
Though still in the dark just need a little exposure, get the picture?!