Spit prolific like cancer- a can of radiation
These statements illuminating and tanning the face of Jason
Diminishing your radiance if you standing adjacent
If rappers do dirt; I’m managing sanitation
My thoughts are exact... but you plan estimations
I’m stealing all the snacks from your class orientation-
I plan for renovation; you planning resignation
Now you curled up in a ball in the center of a basement-
I’m the reason for your blank face and your pacing
Sucks to lose a battle to an anorexic Asian
My vision is enhanced, advanced in meditation
Collapse lungs, turn you to an atelectic patient-
No doctor or nurse, or medication’ll save ya
Raps so clean, it’s got an antiseptic flavor
So when he flip the fader, you know my sound shouts
I pick up Igloos... and hit you... with a “round house”
There’s a mother loving 9 tailed beast up inside of me
My presence in itself; lead to storm watch advisory
Stash the Reynold’s wrap; I foil plots entirely
Nak so “phat” I eat pork chops when ciphering
Be nice to me...I don’t store Glocks and knivery
I got rap embedded in my thymine and cytosine
Adenine and guanine, I adamantly palm heat
I bought it from a guy selling airsoft at swap meets
Bust slugs? I play slug bug in jalopies
The way my rap’s buggin; I expect you to sock me
I drop free’s... you reach “the feet” like a sock be
Friction don’t exist to me; homie, you can’t stop me
(You’re so cocky!) Nah, and I’m not one for actin
But I rhyme tight like myosin contracting
Regenerate faster; mitosis is rapid
My name is NAK; that’s sodium and potassium
Syllable Practice (Remix) was written by NAK.