[Holliday]

Couldn't handle this even if I installed an ergonomic grip

For every single one of my punchlines and pauses

Its like I got a vendetta, an unfiled vengeance

With how relentless I use stencils to write out my clauses

Im a cambatta, do a numba on anyone dumb enough to question my therom

I Pierce the winds with Fierce bravado

Gladiator, fill coliseums and pack arenas, crowd cheers for this like hyenas

Here's to them a toast in this staccato

Philosophize, with my linеs, the most devastating ways

A titan can grace, a modеrn day aristotle

Throttle the pen, marvel in the astonishin

Bombardment of words, kid has a never ending arsenal

Leave the track blacker than charcoal soaked

In flames provoked by sodium

, bout to be owed my own podium

My own separate golden throne, not elevated over

But in a whole department of its own

Arson was the goal, hit the target on the dome

Now he causing catastrophic chaos wherever he roams

Spit slits bone marrow like it was foam

Bestow bespoken poems, a preacher with a bit rhythm

Flit over instrumentals, swift with precision

These flows, leave you in critical condition

Lymph nodes insignificant, infect with lyrics

My pen patient zero, i'm sick, ahh

Acting rather belligerent, despite that, my faberactions

Are nothing short of magnificent, unused lines are slag

Magma wrapped around my sound, from either burning passion

Verses dispersing molten fragments, an inactive volcano unpacked

Watch it, His rappings are potent and deadly

Affect even those who are stoic and steady

A bow and arrow that's ready, potential energy built up

Can see the diligence in his face before each sentence

Hellbent like the devil himself broke my back, soul been snatched

By rhythms mimicking flapping of hell bats

Bell meant to toll for me broken, total control of my path

Inhibited a habit for harassing any habitat

And sparking a flame, a hellhound, im barking with blaze

Charge in, do it better than it has been done in the past

A martyrs disdain, don't get me wrong, mazel tov for creating this landscape

, but man

Competition mad fun though, maybe just like the sense of victory

Achieved via ebb and flow

When I bleed, ichor leaks, aggressive streams spray, veins hardly

Contain my sir aph ic nature, I grasp

The wrath of the reaper, blade sweeps, your ass

Scythe resembles ether, you face perdition when you meet me

Hellfire rises higher and higher

Its double L