[Verse 1: KasFlow]

Yo.. Terry on beat

Should I rip it nigga

Might as well

Team empire fresh boy

I'm making this shit look fly as hell

You know that my lines can sell

Got bars like I spent time in jail

You other suckas wine and fail

You know that only time will tell

(Uhh)

Bout to blaze the place

Shout out my homie Gage McRae

I do this shit like day to day

We on point like a fade away

Don't give 2 what them haters say

Blessings is amazing grace

Hear my song, let it play

You better go check your resume

Shout out my grandma redame

Beat drop, start to write

Always catch you slipping

Like the day after a snowy night

These niggas know my flow be tight

I'm fly like when I hold a kite

When I start to jot, I grip the pen

Like it was loaded right

My money tall man yo money standing 5'6

Niggas know that I ball

Like whats under the eye lid

This fly kid

You suckas don't wanna see me get violent

I'm coming at your whole crew neck

Like sweaters and violins

Nobody hard as me

Nigga bust a artery

If they making it hard to breath

Then I'm making it hard to sleep

All these bitches jocking me

Bitches riding like marta be

I'm coming hella raw so these

Niggas calling me Socrates

(Woah)

Better slow your roll

Flow ain't even no O and O

You don't wanna go toe to toe

With a flow unapproachable

Blow for blow with the coldest yo

I'm climbing up this totem pole

...At the peak my nigga geronimo

Can't match with this

Godzilla with these rapping shit

Yo hands up like an activist

I'm battling antagonist

I'm all that plus the bag of chips

On the mic I spew the art

Maudula sparks

I leave lex luther tutor computer dark

You can't fathom man

Thoughts can split an atom man

I write this shit so cold, man my flow is like a avalanche

You might need to grab his hand

Leave a rappers madder then

I'm all up in the lac spend a rack

Like its afghanistan

Oh god

I hope the feelin don't fade away

Don't give 2 what a hater say

That gray goose make you crazy leg

Spit circle like a figure eight

Crusin at a winners pace

At the table waiting, I'm hungry

There goes my dinner plate

Headed straight for the money nigga keep passing

I'm so cold ice cubes give me heat rashes

Man my flow will have you tripping like you keep acid

Man I'm spitting fire no need for them cheep matches

SCHEMA

Woo yeah...

Let that shit ride out nigga..

Yeah