My thought process is hard to digest so I’m shoving it down your neck against your will like your a suffragette my flow is hotter than the tip of a lit cigarette the verbal architect I spit and watch my visions come erect the power in my voice is equivalent to a symphony the master in the art of war damaging your infantry
your no concern to me you don’t even deserve to be
I’m causing damage leaving you scared from lyrical surgery
I’ll exterminate any talentless act I spit facts
while you try to understand my syntax
so stay out of my face I recommend your learn you place
your the representation of everything I fucking hate
your moves are slow paced and your soon to be erased
I’ve got a vendetta to rid you from the earth evacuate
fork over what you owe I never play it’s time to pay
I’m hitting you with a delivery harder than Cassius Clay

this is real rap hip hop in full effect
no autotune to get that sound I’ll snap your fucking neck
the is real rap pure and original
remember that the part you play in it is minimal

I can see that your nervous beneath the surface
it’s apparent that your worthless and you serve little purpose
your here for the wrong reasons you don’t contribute shit
but garbage tracks from your raps no one benefits
I’m not here for the glory I’m not here for the fame
I’m here to tell some stories and I’m here to state my name
apply the pen to canvas sketching out thoughts from the brain
your far from a complication in this life of pain
collect and rearrange until I have a masterpiece
your finest work of art compared to me is dastardly
you are a fallacy you should never exist
let the truth be told it doesn’t get better than this
the verbal surgeon is far from a materialist
garbage MC’s your names at the top of my list
never converse with me keep your comments to yourself
I’m worried for this genre while you worry of personal wealth