Gather 'round you fools, and let me spin this tale
I'm in the pool, where the beats set sail
Being slow in this game, like an African snail
Or the package y'all been waiting for in your mail
Alright, I hit the corner store, down the corridor
Forty floors up, I'm spittin' that horrorcore
Awards my source, I'm grindin' door to door
The lord of bars, I'm a lyrical orator
A gladiator on the mic, battling foes
Bad behavior in the game, I expose
I'm a rap creator, with a leading voice
And spittin' with flames, like a puffin' blaze
On this ruthless Sunday, I set ablaze on the stage
And carrying the pieces of my mind, in a verbal spree
As I spit bombs like venereal diseases
And swipe my credit card, add it to my repertoire
Heads ajar, I'm aiming for the reservoir
Ridin' in a Chevy car, and spittin' fire like a seminar
Seven yards of lines, strummin' my red guitar
Flowin' smooth without a flaw avoidin' credit card fraud
With a Stella Artois that you adore
Gather 'round you fools, and let me spin this tale
I'm in the pool, where the beats set sail
Being slow in this game, like an African snail
Or the package y'all been waiting for in your mail (x2)
Longitude and latitude, I navigate through
McDonald's food is bad for you, and that's true
I meditate, resume, in my Chevrolet
And set it straight, no time to delay
I separate from the fake, reachin' heaven's gate
Since seventh grade, I've been on this fate
Stayin' in bed awake, but better wait
Educate and elevate, no time to hesitate
Justification for my conscious effort in
I'm risin' above, while governments makin' sins
Muscles are achin', and structures are breakin'
Shovin' our face in, and it's time for the awakenin'
Tesla or Edison, an accomplished veteran
Like a fossil resident, I keep it old-school
No fancy gadgets, just bars that are cool
My fingerprint the thumbs, leavin' marks on the game
Instantly hit the puns, and ignitin' my flame
Gather 'round you fools, and let me spin this tale
I'm in the pool, where the beats set sail
Being slow in this game, like an African snail
Or the package y'all been waiting for in your mail (x2)
I'm so mean, sippin' venom, with no serenity
Won't clean it, my bars are clean, like an old-school hit
Don't see it, like a ghost, never been in it
No beat it, go see, the whole scene is a masterpiece so clean it
No beef in my city, but if you want it you gonna get it
Spitting fire on the mic, and every line's a starry night
Like Ghost in my city, he is never been seen
But if you want beef, then I'll bring the heat, with no pity
And while I'm puttin' these MCs to the test
I'm making nukes, ready to explode any moment now
Like Zeus, I hit you with storms that are Greek Statues
Speak of Greek status, Medusa looks, like I'm cursed
Snakes on my head, make you feel statue
Switched backflows with rage
Aging, and mind the stage, like Bejing
Waging war against
Gather 'round you fools, and let me spin this tale
I'm in the pool, where the beats set sail
Being slow in this game, like an African snail
Or the package y'all been waiting for in your mail (x2)
Yeah
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