The rhymes I spit
Will incinerate ya skin cells,
Disintegrate your reality like chem trails.
I'll speak life to ya, regenerate like stem cells.
It gets deep, feel it all in ya entrails.
If you're strainin' tryin to understand this,
get some cannabis;
concussion from discussion with the panelist,
can't handle this,
I'm handle-less.
NOPE. You don't want a can of this.
Artist and an analyst,
quartz and my amethyst.
I come hard on the track like a porn star.
I'm celestial, baby, I'm a born star.
I always give the max, and not the minimum.
This is mortuary science boy I'm KILLIN 'EM!
Goin' up against these rappers like I'm shadow boxin'.
I don't see no competition, I'm the one they followin'.
Dudes be extra flirty, and extra thirsty,
tell 'em to go to 7-11 and get a slurpee.
I gain green, my green gan, no gang green.
Pescatarian, I swim against the main stream.
I come through with the crew, yeah Mob Barley.
Hit you like a ninja, no Harley.
Ya can't touch me. Not hardly.
I make you wann
