[Verse]

Yea

Filled up with Links like a birthday list

Ima give them legitimate every verse they missed

Link, B flow, Flame part 2

Medicine, crucifix, both with poison too

Like

Speak clearly

Go fast

Trigger warning, trigger warning

I beat the raps (beat on raps)

Speak fast

I needed that

I’m a beast in sheep clothes

I’m speaking facts

Hit with my back

Hit it on go

Hit it so frivolous you know how I flow

Put up a picture

Don't peep when I go

Tongue is spitting and twisted

Behemoth in snow

Go

For calling me a yeti im a myth with the flow

Spittin mischievous

I feel like a GOAT

This ain't the way that i’m leavin’ it

This is my homе

Trigger warning, i’m devious

In the morning, didn't sleep that much

This is boring, nеver needed this

Quicker flowing, this is easiness

No more breathing, air is beating us

PRYSM and Poison you know we a pair

Literally killing me without breathing air

Exhale inhale

And i'm back in the zone

You gotta admit I really did go

Better catch my breath

Almost died

Almost dead

Ima fly, overhead

Like the angels in the bible

Fly over the eiffel

Tower and the altitudes are ice cold

The rhymes are old, I know

And I try to make em better

With the bitter bet on benjamins

I beat a beat with anti-swearing it

Blankly staring, terribly bearing it

Comparing it, Not tinder but im pairing

These rhymes so well

It’s frickin hilarious

Sharing is caring

Not sharing these, written lines down

Gotten to the top, and the bottom is

Miles down

I’ve gotten so high I’d get scared if I put my

Eyes down

The sun, shines down

Don’t know if it will be, lights out

Hour by hour

Climbing a mountain

My house now, it’s business

Pause

Roundhouse kick em

With a jab right

Jab left, i’m a frickin demon

Have a bite

What the heck, boy this is easy

I’m beating this beat

Easier than you think

Rap it fast rap it slow

Variety of heat

Attack a fact, acrobat

I’m dancing on your defeat

My pen is filled up with

Blood, sweat, tears, venomous ink

I’m spittin villainous flows

Eat my rear, best on the street

I’ll step on your toe

With a frickin football cleat

Need a beat?

Call my boy, poison

He’ll make it speed

Criminally, all you gotta do is grab a sheet

Of paper then write and spit and your done with the heat

Hundreds of these

Songs that he’s made, man that man is a beast

Hey, I don’t disappoint

Heads or tails, man i’ll flip a coin

Cuz when I touch a mic

Hundred knifes, straight to my corpse

I was lucky i’m

Still alive, from all the frickin bars, spittin hard

Listen more

Hit a bar farther

I just conquered