I jot a black thought for the deaf to jam to

Batter the beat to butcher up a verse in this damn booth

I need speed, methamphetamine for a damn boost

Scribbling shit you other niggas not, that's bantu

Currently pissed off, motherfucker I'm passed tense

Sipping black milk, bumping to a Black Lip Bastard

Black and blue

Back in this bitch with a black stanza

Blacking out, bashing the back of the page, I'm black cancer

Spitting that rough and gritty

Alan puffing up the sticky

Tucking spliffs we ain't amongst you bruh, nobody's fucking with me

I got my lungs in a seat

Bumping the beats and scruffing with keys

Spit like I got a fucking disease

Luckily me and the homies got some stuff in the crease

So you better duck when you see Tut pull up the truck with AP

Cuffing the heat and we bucking with ease

Fuck an MC

We hunting for beef

Lines can't even take punches from me

I'm stuffing this leaf

Flow over like a tidal wave getting Mick Jenkins jealous

The way my flow inducing fear inside these-

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What did y'all niggas think y'all was getting another verse or something? Like..bruh, I'm working on two projects..fuck outta here