Lyrical High

[Hook][x2]

When I'm on my lyrical high
I don't aim for the sky, I aim higher
As I progress I get wiser
And tell the difference between the real ones and the lair

[Verse One]

They wonder how I keep striking like lightning
I know it's frightening like Mike Tyson
I stay fighting, until I hear the ten count
Check the amount of rhymes I got
They don't stop like spring, but in my membrane
When I'm not home I remembering off the melon
Too many telling, not enough shows
Good fellas be concealed like slaves on a boat
Verses they come quick, no need to rehearse this
Rappers I leave them in a bottomless pit
Some of them sound like dirt
It's the rebirth of the boom-baps, with the real kicks and claps
Ripping raps and spitting facts, what happened to all that
We lost the concept to accept real rap
Negus trynna rap, where your skills at?
Flows pounding hard like soft flesh and steel bats

[Hook]

When I'm on my lyrical high
I don't aim for the sky, I aim higher
As I progress I get wiser
And tell the difference between the real ones and the lair

[Verse Two]

A UFO type flow, it's indefinable and undeniable
I feel unstoppable with my dominance
This started off as something visual
Now my foes seem invisible through my optics
Y'all minds boxed in, from the Earth's toxics
I'm too sick with my sixth sense, y'all looking tense
The way I'm flowing makes the liquids condensed
So much of y'all ain't making sense
Upgrade your grammar, stop sounding like a toddler
Here's a dollar, catch you in your belly make you holler
Word to your mamma, got my vocab on strap
Down pat like beach sand
Don't peep me chilling like First Mate Gilligan
It's obvious hip-hop is real again
I'm killing them off like pesticides, so step aside
The mainstream sound was meant to die, not stay alive
Meant to die, not stay alive, meant to die, not stay alive

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[Verse Three]

The chromosomes under my skin, in my bones
Hold flows of rhythmic vibrations I didn't even know
Sometimes my speech overflows, with dope quotes
Don't hit to bowl, to inhale clouds of smoke
Usually I choke of one toke, and stay afloat
It's a joke, I'm fronting I don't smoke
It kills your brain cells
My intellect excels quite well for my to do that
Move back before you get your crew smacked
Your style ain't new Jack, thought you knew that
Y'all ain't ready to kick it with the cool cats

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