[Intro]

(Yeah)

If I went to my local, like, 7-Eleven (Uh-huh?)

And pulled up to the counter and started spittin' bars (Yeah?)

You think they would...accept the Soundcloud link or you think they would just kick me out? (They'd kick you the fuck out!)

Yo, talkin' shit in ya intros to a boombap song is hard as fuck (It is!)

Yo shoutout Terry Cavanagh (shoutout)

Shoutout Souleye (Extremely OK rhymes!)

Yo, go play Celeste (Yuh)

You like that, I wrote it! (Shoutout Lena Raine)

You hit that, I own it! (Play Friendsim)

Just grab my bulge and deepthroat it!

[Verse]

Trace it, write it, then erase it

Get to the point where the ballpoint writes something made in heaven

I'm achin' and boom, nosebleed, Eleven

Try to fight my splinters, uppercut you like it's Tekken

And my inter-galactic spaceship fly to Jupiter

Y'all gon' have to catch a flight, talk to my intern in the third room

Down the hallway, in the broom closet 'cause

Your ending is useless, close you in like fuck it and

Shoutout to Addie once more, you the shit boy

Paint a picture with the flow, heat-slashin' shit, Roy

Don't fuck with me like a douchebaggy straight boy

I can tell you that I'm many things but not a straight boy, damn

I think it's way too soon for you to hear that, but I'm laid back, and I'm chillin' even if you talkin' straight cap

Put the chain back, you know we can't afford that

Don't you get the fake one at the store thats even worse, bitch

This man actin' morbid, wanna throw the hands up

I'm too busy at my concert, watchin' fans throw they hands up

In crescendo, I swear I'm comin' straight up

Bitch I am a master, pamper me no Senko

I'd rather be the caster of the glass, make a lightbulb

'Cause I'm boutta heat the greenhouse, raise the tempo

Go read Father, period, motherfucker in my spot, shot taken, Vince Carter

I just hit a number one, someone tell the charter

You have been warned bitch, Django, Leonardo

I'm unchained, race a fuckin' train

If a bar is the same, I swear on my name, tell myself to

Please stop litterin' and jitterin' so much

With a finger I could touch a crutch and walk a mile, fuck

I'm still listening to Darkie, is a long beach, find some shark teeth

Put that on a string, go surfing, find a new

Street to live in

[Hook]

You know I was born a rhymer

Ridin' down the street, my skateboard doin' tight turns

Fuck a cipher, my chipper cipher's right on

I write on paper, I'm immortalized on vinyl

I beg to differ, I'm nothing but a Roixmr

Self promotion sickness, got me crazy, take an off turn

Y'all sheeple fill the square, like a block herd

Give me 2 tapes and I'm comin straight for Oxford

You know I was born a rhymer

Ridin' down the street, my skateboard doin' tight turns

Fuck a cipher, my chipper cipher's right on

I write on paper, I'm immortalized on vinyl

I beg to differ, I'm nothing but a Roixmr

Self promotion sickness, got me crazy, take an off turn

Y'all sheeple fill the square, like a block herd

Give me 2 tapes and I'm comin straight for Oxford

[Outro]

(Dictionary)

Yuh

(cut that dictionary)

Fuckin' terrible, horrible night to have a curse

Yuh, your life doesn't define you, what defines is if you care

The one and only lowblood extraordinaire

(The lowblood extraordinaire!)