"A dot—no comparison

Rap Thomas Edison. Arrogant

God son flow. Rhymes heaven sent

Braggadocio, while they Pinocchio when flowing over instrumentals

If I said it, best believe I meant it

‘cause my sentences be ventilation statements

Press breaking. Half baked. No smoker; still eating; have cake

Cream rises—

I am where I am—no surprises

Dream shake like Hakeem—stay posted—no denying I’m defiant

Miami Vice; Sonny squealing tires

Weight’s up—I’m the Jolly Green Giant with the science

They feebler than the Keebler’s, hide in trees—so sweet

Want beef like vegans, so we simply won’t meet

Can’t speak. We don’t even eat off the same dishes

They dying for some fame. We don’t have the same wishes

Don’t do the same business

Go live—pour up

You sell a bit; I’m celibate—I gives no fucks

Sell none, either. Hail one Teacher

Fail? Won’t ever. Tales so clever

Author like Chaucer, be the saucer in the sky

That they swear they saw flying with the lights whizzing by

Gemini [Jim and I]—put it on the Finn like Huck—

For my Niggas who would get it, either spill or throw it up

No colors. No gang ties. Just words

I was speaking on the stars, and the moon just occurred

Pit-bull

Spit full clips, bullshit? No never

Ill state, still. Go getter

Chill, no sweater—they better button up

I’m in a button down, bow tie, summing up

Like, “In conclusion

No confusing, me for you or you

I’m not doing

What you cats call ‘rap,’ I call trash

And what y’all fans call ‘hot’ I call ‘gas.’

Can’t fuck with A dot. I must brag

If you’ve been schooled, this’ not the same class

If you’ve not read, it’s still the same book

But not the same page, and not the same look

Dot’s the same guy that told you ‘don’t speak’

Then gave you no doubts your flow was on E

I’m gone teach—I’m telling you, ‘hands down.’

Grand Prize Game was played by those clowns

The Bozo Show, that’s sold on hope—

Could have a needle in they vein and still won’t know dope

Introducing—back from never leaving—

The critically acclaimed, recognized, never even

Fire breathing, Midwest beast in

5’6” frame, plus flame still leaking

Still plain speaking. Raps woo ladies

Nine deep. Tang like booze. Euphrates…

In denial is where I leave all my rivals

Prey like a predator, while they praying for their survival.”

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