I got so many rhymes

If I try to kick them all the the mic will go heavy

To the point where I can’t lift it

See I don’t get lifted

I’m a gifted

Individual

I got raps for your whole fam

Like snacks

And they’re wrapped

Individual

Look at me

I’m all that in audio and visual

Clean your ears

Beside your head

Then you can visual

…ize

Why do you keep telling me those lies?

[ ] your disguise

Cause I’m on the mic and realize

A black cat

So don’t you cross the path

You should cross your eyes

Cause once I cross my T’s

And then I dot my I’s

You know

It gets written

In battles and ballots

I’m always getting written-in

To be a number one candidate

The beat’s got a

Big bottom

I wonder can I date?

Cause it would be a night to remember

Like rimmin and kissin

Remmin and niscin’

And dissin; yeah I remember

But how soon you forget

I;m a faze ya

A few seconds to get from in front of

One, two, three, four, now git

I rhyme with the same word

Say word

And if you haven’t heard

Well then you’ll have to ask your herb

I’m rhymin the same word

The same verb

And if you haven’t heard

Well then you’ll have to ask your herb

I get funky fresh

She kneed me, in the nuts

Now for once in my life I have someone that needs me

No longer the problem

I rise

Yo dig it jive turkey

I am a fiend of the hip hop

Before the wack I go cold turkey

You heat me up like that sandwich

You put me to sleep like the sandman that’s been cursed

By the sand witch

From the sands of Sahara

I’m [part rock?] and I’m captain crunchin’ crews phones

And I’m beamin up Sahara

So warp speed, Sulu

Don’t you know that I’m a solo…

Ist

You might miss

Because I’m so low

I’m so deep

Even if you bring on a fleet of klingons

You’re not so deep

To realize

I can’t swim

When…

I’m on the mic

I’m out for the win

When…

I rhyme with the same word

Say word

And if you haven’t heard

We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb

I’m rhymin the same word

Say word

And if you haven’t heard

We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb

My name is complex

I’m very complex

I have a complex

Plus I’m comp: don’t flex

See I want to take this hip hop like way out

Way out

I got the wack looking for the way out

Put you out of sight

Out of mind

The out-of-line

Be comin’ up blind

The time is mine

Now to [ ] your mind

Don’t start jerk

Because the artwork is fine

How you doing? Fine!

Listen, this is fine

You bite the line you pay the fine

You basic black

I reside

In Southside, Jamaica, Queens

Which means I’m a fat jam-maker

So don’t mistake and take the Mr

For granted

Because I write the rhymes right

Because rights I was granted

Like wishes

But her number one fantasy

Is to see me become a star

So she can become my number one

Fan-to-see

I don’t get grands to see

Me

On the boob tube

But I recall flippin’ the bottles through the [?]