Skill Jawn From A Barred Up Verbal Terrorist

O Savant
Just let ‘em know I’m not playing around, I’m really serious about this year, ya know what I’m saying?
Listen

I spit idioms over the head of idiots
My flow gritty as my city of Philly is
My affiliates… wait, I roll solo
I’m too loco, whole show should be on GoPro
The pure [?], row flow just proves yolo
I gets it in, no homo, check the logo
I’m high art, playing me wack beats is not smart
And rappers might top charts but they Pop Tarts
I jot bars that bring drama like cop cars in fleets
Spreading on streets at a Black Lives march
A black monarch, my verbal empire been fire
My thoughts can only inspire
Since I am gifted, most will never get it
Musicianship of Hendrix mixed with Kendrick
A different animal reading a different manual
This ain’t Panda or the people that they pander to
But I ain’t mad at you, that’s word to Afeni’s son
I just hope you get your wish when the genie come
When the genie come