Test 11_signus

All black darker hood
Rhymes will rob a crook
Arm a book call em babadook
Make your mama look
Got em shook
Stomp the fault with foot
Polished proper cook the talkers look
Cuts like Benihana, dog I’m raw with hooks
Pawn to rook, castle from the cash flow when the posse booked
Probably look up above the clouds train with Kami put
The Record straight and let em predicate
You mess I’m pressing play my heads a maze of hedges
Let it rain in bars and left em caged

Johnny or nick y’all are hardly legit
I’m often tardy cuz my tardis in the shop getting fixed
Kick like karate and Miyagi stopped and taught me to mix
They feeling ill and had their fill of milk of poppy I spit

Kong is legit far as yardstick as long as it gets
A cartoon harpoon telescopic in length
I gotta reinforce my jeans and put a lock on the zip
Sorry I’ll stop it it and switch the topic just pardon the kids

It’s hard to pitch or market this as rap the genre is rigged
I’ll upload it as a hip hop comedy skit
Alter the audio pitch it high till it’s farcical getting
The chipmunks demographic saying Kong is the shit

Arsenals arsonist script
I target and launch it at length
Watch them commit to trying to stop it
Taking shots at your ship
You glimpse the word I flip the bird at your binocular lens
These underwater rockets headed where your barnacles live

Even when the atoms split
I’ll have em bring bananas in
The chatter has to quit
I’m a gorilla wearing panther skins
The catalyst of Braggy banter
Piss off your establishment
Battling with patterns
The antonym for whack as shit

Had it in sixth grade
I’d fashion a sick phrase
And spat it so rapid I had the class with a thizz face

And practice as habit imma be grander with this page

I’ll never drop and package just a lateral mixtape

It’s all quantum leap body beats audibly
Constantly it’s comedy

When all of these wrong emcees talk to me harping on artistry

Do not proceed fall to knees honor me you’re calling Kong your king

Apologies golly gees honestly monarchies’ not my thing

Maybe switch your tone from big and bold
To chill and low

I’m winter cold, conditioned and frigid I let em spit and choke

And steal the show, their shit is ephemeral got the hidden flow

With Interpol insisting I’m criminal got to to friggn go

And hit the road

Spit Olympic get the gold
Never get my spirit sold
Evidently spiritual
Let em envy get it though
Recipes for spitting dope
Are written up in pencil prose is hidden in my envelopes
I’m frigging dope and anthrax

Feral. be careful beware I dare you
Prepare and don’t wear your heirlooms
We there in bearsuit to scare you
And tear through with loaded barrels
Wait, hilarious the peril made them
Make a barricade I am terrible
Smash or levitate?

Impact and educate, the bragging rap heavy weight
Time travel past the present date, adapt and decimate
Like Biff Tannen. Have my breakfast made
Scrambled eggs and bacon
Quit the Battle rapping and bragging go head and elevate