[Intro]

Alright, here's the deal. Uh, we got Variant on beats, I'm Dopey Ziegler on raps and cuts, and we're gonna have some guests later on. That's it

[Verse 1]

Listen, these sixteen ways to kick raps

Will make your jaw drop, sparking virality clickbacks

Never pause, stop writing no biting or skipped tracks

When the claws drop to tables enable a sick scratch

Write for herbs and the purses of nerd dads

Knowledge ock, block verses of words in wordpad

A solid plot to get em written no fiction I burn past

All of your surrogate murders with my thеrmos and zip bag

Yep, me and pearman has nеver been mismatched

And all the coattail riders get severed and dispatched

Since back in thousand five we been doper than fit hats

And though of late I'm taking classes yo scope it: the spits back

Peep the nicest, make a beat with maschines and neat devices

These writes is what precise is, rewrite if you seek the likeness

Do not front, as your slight'll precede a crisis

I know you ain't tryna scheme on a demon that leaves you lifeless

[Verse 2]

Shtayim, beat biblical bust out broke beaters

Cause the rhyme-speak's physical plus we wrote heaters

And I ain't really up for dawkins but don't court believers

Tho I'm psyched to see my piece is discussed among social readers

Practiced with the hands and i treat a dame saintly

Plus the pillow talk is makin fun of puas mainly

Stately, think it might just be the fame lately

But I might just be the greatest conceived in the late eighties

Fucks never fade me, I lust for mercedes

And can suss when you just isn't busting it greatly

Jesus couldn't save me, get duffed if you play me

Timbo stompin on your wack as fuck chucks on the daily

So, I know you know I know my foes are naughty

I'm tryna come up like Keanu when he knows karate

Yet to wake up in a chrome Bugatti

But I am probably the rap game Shalom Shabazi

[Verse 3]

And orca whales roll in matrilines clans and communities

With dialects so I respect their rights due to fluency

Who is me? Bar Kokhba, son of star, tunefully

Ruining beats, foolish peeps are soon to be, truant, yee

Rappers I consume with ease, crews ain't hella rude to me

I rule the beat, head up on the throne I never puke in streets

Ladies think I'm super neat, never shoot like Ludovic

Cruisin streets, used to be fiendin for a stupid jeep

Beep beep, steez is so profane and hyperliterate

And if you kill that shit when spittin writs I might consider it

Otherwise just shut your shitter dick cause I be willing it

And y'all dont wanna get up in a tiff with my recidivists

I'm just wack a little bit, y'all just sound like dips and shit

Pistol whipped and whether slizzered zip without a chick to frick

Conscious, yes, but minimalist, if you can remember this

It's simple scripts that's iller than the little pen theyre scribbled wit