Never N’uff

Mad chad in the pad
I’m taking everything that you ever had
Cross-lit no gunfire
Go off beat for creative expression
Get back for the lesson
If this bad, call it testing A.S.A.P
Fuck that PSAT
Lyrics in my DNA indeed
Hungry I had to feed myself
Everybody slacking with the trends
Guess I’ll mix it
Guess I’ll twist it
After that I’ll fist it
Ballistic and tactical
More actual than non fiction Factuals
Plastic walls, living Barbie dreams you fuckin brat
After all, these rappers dissing me are so laughable
It’s probable
Using y’all for casual
Heat like the amazon, where had it begun
17 had a dream, I let it all run
Maybe I am the son
Maybe I am the one
Maybe I am the finisher, (pow it’s done)
Going up like Jamaican
Da man on da move, don’t shoot me
Da man got da groove and ganja
I am the Rhymemaster
(I am the Rhymemaster
I am the Rhymemaster
I am the Rhymemaster
I am the -)

Get me high again, again
Get me high on you again
Get me high again, again
I won't be this big again

Give a fuck if I live or I die
Miss my own tribe of kind
This state of mind, could collapse an empire
Put in so much work, never retire
I admire the pressure, pussy, pain
Three P’s a man is introduced to
The world is gain
The world is leisure
The world is choose-zay
Vigorous thoughts only move me
I’m not fake depressed, what the fuck am I a movie
Better hope God can resume peace
Peasants
Hardcore art like Mona Lisa porn
Born in May so you know I’m not Capricorn
This a bull fight only
The slave turned a master

Forgive me pastor
For I have sinned
Words in the wind
Selling dubs for 30 just to make ends
I ain’t never owned a Benz
But I grown spins
Six onto seven notebooks
My own cook now
Rhymemaster rook
The game is shook
Look what the cracker took
Minds smack, like an ass clap
I’m old school like an Aztec
Currency, that’s an aspect
Money never bought me happiness
Honey I got much more after this