Kill -9

I got so many flows to spit
No asymptote, no one's approaching this. You'll get roasted quick
Matter fact, leave with a broken rib
I'm cold as a polar wind. Icicles drip from my open lips
I'm so legit like Odin is when he's sending
A lightning bolt to hit a foe. These haters hunting like Moby Dick
I'm going in, going in. Tell my momma
I'll be home again when I'm through poaching every poser here
There's so many to choose from and it's sure exhausting
But I'll feed 'em a pure concoction of neurotoxins
I'm allergic to all that fervent talking, turn it off
Before you turn me monstrous, speak an ancient curse, unearth Colossus
The worst of goblins'll burst to the surface slobbering
You'll need a macabre sort of anthropologist to stop it
I thirst for knowledge, obnoxious, a diverse allotment
Of flows. I'm a crotchety old man at a concert
They act like it's the clash of the titans
When we're rapping and writing, but they're in the habit of biting
Act like I'm actually frightened. No. That right there's the real lie
I will end your career in process. kill -9
I'm such an asshole. But still flyer
Than a pterodactyl with a jet pack strapped to its backbone
I'll spit a trap flow more complex than the tax code
I get tactile while your raps suck like a black hole
Ayyo, check it: if y'all don't like my music
That's fine. It's a difference of opinion and I respect it
But even so, I'll pop off like a compressed air gun
While these bullshit pretty camera rappers go and get their hair done
I'll step onstage like I'm having breakfast in bed
Still in my pajamas with a fucking bird's nest on my head
And even so spit a better set than all of your festering mess
To send a fratire rapper packing back to their ecstasy quest
I'm effectively the best. Lexically my texts give a rapper a vasectomy. Impressed yet?
I will eat 'em like a pizza with extra cheese, grits, baguettes. So don't mess with me. I digress
Am I fresh? Yes
I impress. So get bent. I'm intense even when the flow is mindless
Look how I bust it better
I keep it tough as leather. Watch how it comes together
You can pluck my feathers; I am still fly
I will end your career in process. kill -9
I will rock an opera house with my phantom vibe
Y'all pantomime and dance while I handle rhymes
Radioactive: when I spit cancer dies. It can't survive
Look in my handsome eyes and say I'm not a rancid guy
I'll throw a tantrum in front of my fans 'til I
Land a spot in their top ten. Damn I'm hot. I cannot stop
You hear the sample drop, my voice timbre’s a cannon pop
A random shot. Awareness like Peyton Manning's got
I will never swear my hand to God. I will never pander I
Do exactly what I want. Everytime I step on the track it’s sublime. Try
To keep up, but you never can. My flow’s so much better than any cheap fuck’s. Take a sedative
My flow never gets old like it lives in Never Never Land; Peter Pan how I get it in
I know y’all keep waiting on my release date but I’m eyeing these fakes like a slice of cheesecake
Like I might just be a beast, like I might just eat steak, like everybody ought to notice that I’m depraved
Hope all the cheap tapes that you bought on eBay in the meantime have a rebate. Never replay
Never retire, but I’ll deface, defile any d-bag d-boy spitting weak game
That was just a taste; you can get the whole dish, get your rhyme book flushed like a goldfish
I’m the coldest. You can get your dome split. It might just explode open when I flow spit
Y’all know this here is an ill rhyme
I will end a career in process. kill -9