My sharp darts spit faster than a MK rifle
I stifle all talent and send it off the eiffel
Tower top drop, I chop up haters around the clock(niceness)
Dead ahead, stop, saved from a potential drop(like how the line above flows into this one!)
I make phonies quake when they make the mistake
Brainsick styles cured from the eternal lake
phew fiyah fam!
With rhymes that kill swifter than a red-tailed hawk
Paradox abstract thoughts, tie knots, bred a scotsman
I stand up and get counted as a man with no suntan
But i'm closer to the american dream, a fan of the supreme($ lines of rawness there!)
Crazy paving, lazing in grazing lands while wood engraving
Enslaving minds with my witty mouth, silver spraying
So i heal wounds with bandages and fortune manages
To erupt and cause mass damages all across the planet
Whew good imagery there!
The weak will sneak up and speak critique every week
So i slap them bitches back to the capital of mozambique
With the full force of a lion, with dull rappers admiring
My style shining bright like the star city of orion
More ill ass imagery, and lines are tight, keep writing fam.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods