[INTRO]

Ay, this a tribute..to the best MC

Hi Royce!

Let's go

[GUN HARMONIZING]

Go Brrrrt bap bap

Bodies just drop drop

Y’all getting boxed off

The coffins I drop off

I got em for your squad

That’s verbalising My theme: Murder

I be serving

My kind of triplets, from an

M16 bursting

Need burners?

Imma find my 9 and I’m riding

Got a Bump stock strap in back if they

Try to ride up beside him

I am the problem

Commonly defined as the GOAT

Imma reload

When I riddle you it’s not the kind you decode!

This raid you will not survive

Swat em watch em drop like flies

This dude will dual wield

Aim and spray on all you guys

Kill on sight

Strapped with gats with cataracts so

As they blast they harmonise

No 808s, y’all won't slide

I’m getting the techs

The message is sent

Your vital signs like your stock dropped Into the red

You kids getting checked

If you were really thinking ahead

You would’ve read up before

You were red up, deaded and

Ditched in a trench!

The shit I’m gripping it could

Leave em finished for good

Gun so big descriptions don’t even fit in a book

Dangle em off the balcony

For thinking I’m suge

These bitches is shook

Go against me

I’m wishing they would!

[WISHIN]

Before you grab your pen, trynna make your schemes hurt me

I’m only addressing disrespect from

Those I deem worthy

Let em catch the hammer

Hear thunder clapping and ya

Should be worried

Not low-key, Leave early, or leave early

Graves take em away

Stay making em pay

Respect they owe then

Have em write an Ode and

Reverse the

Disrespect they gave

I’m incentivised to denigrate

Watch me murk the

Fake stay in your lane

Ya weak to me

Words that i'm etching gon'

Murder the metronome

Only write the type of lines that’ll

Burn and give septum holes

In a sense I’m dope

They side don’t fuck with me

Except em hoes

Accept I’m cold

Learn that there’s levels bro

Word, It was never close

One burst and they left as ghost

They words echo, in the halls

I’m from a different haunt

A world you will never know

I’m purging my lessers so

Less is more

Dope and more blessings

Lesson em, let em know

Listen close, let’s unfold

The type of magazine that make

They centrefold

I’m a staple, the kind you pin up

I’m with a pin up and I’m getting blown

[LOVED ONES]

All of y’all lacking control, and ima go

Slashing the throat

Of favourite rappers, grabbing the throne

Take it and im stashing that in my home

With the others kick my feet up on that bitch, and I’m laughing real slow

Ha ha, ha ha, know you battlers won’t

Come with rah rah, I’m speaking sins, snatching ya soul

Because y’all thought, your blah blah, was actually dope

I go bop bop, I bleed em then it’s back to these poems

In the schemes you see my evil twin

Don’t delete the script, or plead the fifth

No, i leave it in

My voice’ll leak the truth through

These beats when I be ethering

Killing it is not a choice for me

Know It be the end

Result when I’m speaking this

Made of these ingredients

Kendrick mix him with Royce and Preem

A good kid but not in my prime

Spit hitting like Floyd with the

Strength of George foreman leave MCs grilled

Spitting out all they teeth, all can see

Cryps gift is destroying dreams

Voiding beats, trashing em

Blast and bring em back again

Kill that bitch a second time

To send to mix and mastering

I mastered my flow

The toe tagging protagonist so

I spit the verses and give meaning

Like a backronym

Have em flip

With that Acrobatic wit

I balance beams, raps

And grabbing rings

Have em hit the mattresses

Practicing

Banned techniques, Korbut flip

Accessing

Secret styles, I keep em now

They cannot have the facts within

I flip scripts dude

You think that you

Close no bro, I blow domes of

Bitches who

Try to match it, psychopathic

When I grip this tool

Explode

Hitting you, with the

Tick tick tick tick, boom!

[BOOM]

I been bomb, follow the record

I’m ticked off they get clocked trynna talk on my entrance

Explode at shows, till they got me arrested

You get popped with the pile of bodies blocking the exit

I can learn you quick wit lessons, and just know that

This shit

I’m gripping could split your midsection

In a blink if ya testing

Sharp blade iris slit if your staring

I’m alive in the mix and picked red

With two, Wires to split

Don’t trust me, you guys better dip

Im writing this shit down for my benefit

So I don’t act out all the

Crimes that I could commit

Stepping in a cypher

Judo flip ya, crushing rhymes

You won’t boo, you won’t speak

You won’t spit a fucking line

It’s not going to stop

With the flow that I got

Cause I became water y’all are

Flowing like rock

Fall back in the mix, get capped

You talk crap when you spit

Halitosis, y’all chatting some shit

See ya better go the scope

Theoretical reticles

Put you in a concert with

Pac rapping in it

Don’t try to compete

I’m the one that they aspire to be

But know that ya won’t

Find a repeat

Deny and I’ll be

Stealing ya life, like a thief in the night

Flow patterns have ya

Die in your sleep

It’s natural causes

Rhyming disease, toe tagging

Rappers regardless of the

Time that it be, assassin of authors

Don’t play this track in your car cause

Each bar dropped’s a car bomb

You end up dead in your

Tracks if you start up

Better get away leave soon

This ain’t a threat okay

Know that I never play, these dudes

Pray my Mental state be cool

For their own safety, true

Cause I’m a walking talking MOAB Boom!