I've given Many a warning, I’m ripping every performance
A scientist with the rhyming I've written chemical formulas
Never regular, boring, I’m not just testing the waters
I’m diving deep in the sea to see what the depth of the floor is
Hear my voice on on two-two mix, see my face on a Youtube clip
Get in my way and I’ll Slew you quick, man wanna show hate like ‘Boo you b**h!’
I don’t give a damn bout who you is. I’m coming up now with a few new bits
And bobs. Don’t temp(t) me like Christmas jobs. Got more heat than a kitchen hob
When I speak I p**s them off but I’ll be seething if I stop
On this beat I hip and hop, in and out like Rach and Ross
I’m gonna fill that vacant slot that the game has got, finna make them watch
They talk this but it ain't all that, ain't all hot
I'm slick on the raps and my flow's the tightest
I'm sick off the bat like Coronavirus
I kick off the track with the coldest rhymes
And I pick off the rats with the scope and silencer
Stick on the cap when I hold the sniper
I begun to clap and it broke to violence
They went off nap, better Hold ya lighters
Cah I done up the lap and they over tired, uh
Spit 100 degrees and yeah I’m loving it
I’m just doing me and I’m really having fun with it
Selecta, won’t you turn the volume up a bit?
Why? Because I’m running shit
Moving today, get out the way cos I’m running shit
Came here to play, they ran away now I’m running shit
Setting the pace, up in the place yeah I’m running shit
Gave em a taste and now they sayin' that I’m running shit
I’m fairly odd, like Timmy turner cuz
I blaze enough beef, to fill a burger bun
SHISH. Put it on stick and serve it up
Shredding my notepad, thats how I rip the verses up
And I won’t stop till I’m dead. Saying the shit that has gotta be said
Whether I’m dropping the hottest of writtens or properly off of the the top of the head
The shit that I normally do, every time that I walk in the booth
And you wanna war with the crew? Look at me now, I’m talking to you
Better not be there when cruise up. Know that I’m here to tear you a new one
Gonna be straight air when your crew’s done
Wanna hear the mandem blaring the new bump
Bro, wheres ya shoe gone? Ey yo, i swear you had two on
Usually i just knock their socks off but you lost your crep, thats a new one
Yo, you know how it goes
I'm chilling with the bros never kick it with the h**s
Tell em that I run it so that everybody knows
I'm giving you the dose of the lyrics and the flows, are you ready, steady GO
Spit 100 degrees and yeah I’m loving it
I’m just doing me and I’m really having fun with it
Selecta, won’t you turn the volume up a bit?
Why? Because I’m running shit
Moving today, get out the way cos I’m running shit
Came here to play, they ran away now I’m running shit
Setting the pace, up in the place yeah I’m running shit
Gave em a taste and now they sayin' that I’m running shit
I’m in my own lane
I ain't come this far in the game with no pain
And now I run this daag, catty’s are so lame
So when when I wrote these bars, I had to throw shade, uh
Or shed a light, whichever you think is better
Now I got my shit together one day Ima be the sickest ever
They hear my verse, like 'Word? this kid is clever'
Thats why I strive to deserve to pick the pen up
I’m ready for batting
You never will fathom the levels I’m at or be matchin' em
Whatever has happened with genuine rappers today, it’s mentally staggering
You’re taking a breath full of c**s
Or something from medicine cabinets
If you think you can ever be catching me, evidently I’m a head of you man and it's mad
Spit 100 degrees and yeah I’m loving it
I’m just doing me and I’m really having fun with it
Selecta, won’t you turn the volume up a bit?
Why? Because I’m running shit
Moving today, get out the way cos I’m running shit
Came here to play, they ran away now I’m running shit
Setting the pace, up in the place yeah I’m running shit
Gave em a taste and now they sayin' that I’m running shit
