I’m on top of this metropolis
Do it for the love of it
Nah f*** that/ I spit lyrics just to smother kids
Flow is a conspiracy/ yeah you uncovered it
You found out wild Lyle is the most coveted
I’m in the grind plus I have parents bumping it
There’s no comparison/ these muthaf***ers know they loving it
Rise of above the smoke/ release all the fire
Move to Arizona watch the Phoenix admire
While you mired in a slump like swamps
Surrounding tires/
Thought you were next/ but you not on tap to be a wire
All you do is flapping your gums/ your yapping is dumb
That’s like the moon attacking the sun
I’m the reason you have light
If I don’t shine/ you might just be a body to find
And it’s dark outside and no one saw the crime
So you might as well have been yelling in pantomime
Aint my mind related to these ancient times
I’m the town crier giving you the news
Only if you knew I was the one controlling your views
I make you hate whoever cause the flow is so clever
Every words an endeavor/ there’s nothing that you
Tabulator haters could even measure
Searching for buried treasure/ yawn
You make me laugh
H is making you look like poor white trash
And the more I cash is the less I flash
The least you can do for me is just ask
Rhyming nah I’m bombing
Calm influence timing/
My words aren’t even in the dictionary when I’m writing
So what/ can’t attempt to copy and get your quotes up
Biting will get you wrote up
Slice any emcee/ dude you’ll get your cut throat
Lyrically of course/ fool I’m not killing anybody
I’m a boss/ it’s sad when pride doesn’t tell you when you lost
It’s over/ I rhyme till I’m stupid/ drink till I’m sober
I’ll rip off a quarter of your four leaf clover
Elegant heat holder/ throw rocks at the throne
Like heat seeking boulders/ you see me stone ya
We don’t even belong in the opposite corners
I rip the mic to death/ you spit like a gonna
You gonna say something till I’m right up on ya
Get the guillotine and put your head up in the foyer
For ya aint ready for this epic of Sawyer
Sun’s out guns out/ 80 more bars till I dumb out
Doesn’t this dude ever run out
Nah I paid dues/ plus I sleighed crews
And your mind’s bout as empty as
Clarrett’s bottle of grey goose
My motto is to stay loose/ focus
And put you whack rappers on notice
Notice how your career is looking hopeless
Everybody book this dude he’s so ferocious
Young rookies I’m looking so precocious
So when I say 3rd bass/ I’m an emcee searching
For Scott Brosious/ so you know Pete’s nice
When he’s rocking with CL
Just too smooth for this dude to see hell
Oh well no water riding below earth’s border
Put the harmonica to you whistle blowers
Al Quaeda missiles headed for us
Hiding in the forest/ truth comes out when you
Lying in the chorus
The antithesis of some good businesses
Not making sense when you put too many dollars in
That’s why you in the background always hollering
If sucking was cool
You write a song called swallowing
No matter what you wallow in
You career is gonna be stuck in the shallow end
With those styles you keep following
Don’t flatter him/ Lyrically splatter kin
If the brother starts battling
My level raises ground up
Earthquake the beef and get ground up
Oh god/ geez you found what