Hold up, you ain't heard of Murdock though

That dude with lines sweeter then your fresh mint floss yo

Spitting flows like crossbows across those at our shows

To get you bumpin harder than then driving over Jersey's potholes

You're not sold? Your loss bro

I'm spitting miracles

Your apostles turn into fossils

My hits are critical

Hope that you're a rapper who can master a protractor

Cause you better factor ever angle that I'm coming atcha

It's a danger to your safety to box me in like a compactor

Instantaneous and spontaneous as a nuclear reactor

Simultaneous with my craziness cause any offender

Will get a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder

See, Murdock starts a moth a fuckin inferno

I've walked through flames to get here by now it don't even burn so

It is internal, in turn though, not your concern bro

Hell made my flow so hot bumpin' it'll make your girl squirt oh

On a fast track to a class act

Raising the bar you won't pass that

I'm like Mad Max and you Mad Whack

Killing these rappers that backpack

So avoid another bust cause we ain't playing blackjack

Lets play a different game, it's called: bend over, kiss my ass crack

And warn them college kids cause I'll perform and set off a trigger

Cause every lyric is equivalent to my index finger

Pulling back to shoot into the crowd and watch you all drop

Leavin y'all dead in the ground while I get paid but I ain't no cop

So pop, head shot, respawn, won't stop

My KD spread in this game is crazy, the rest of y'all not

Goes to every other rapper coming out of JC

Trying to represent my hood, the problem's y'all ain't me

Uh, My wordplay’s my swordplay

Ember off the blade of my tongue, its my sworn way

Born to the contract of being a rapper

Lately feeling long conned, tracked my height on the ladder

And I’m above most heads when I’m spit spattin’ or this that-in

True definition of a blessing that’s been disguisin

Like all of us, I got a lot going on

Spiritually, physical

Psychologic, lyrically

Pause. Wait hold up

The latter mentioned’s in detention for the most of y’all

Spittin’ wet messes

Y’should do next is keep a tighter jaw

Swear to God, shouldn’t have to tell your ass to know your flaws

Gingivitis rappers: I’m the dentist get you daily flossed

Spitting piece of cakes while walking in the park

Following the yellow brick road…And still getting lost

Only thing they know is to keep they verses cataloged

So freestyles sound closer to beating cats with a log

I admit

This coming from written weak pages

Putting this out like trash in regular week days and

I don’t believe in recycling though I go green daily

Emcee’s y’all the same

I’m multi-faceted, scalene

I’m throwing shots like I’m pregaming

But I leave wasted those around me

Empty fuel gauge and dude's stasis

Keep moving forward like a new day is

But that’s just me, it just may be

OWL

El Brujo! Rap game, Jersey City, Dirk Nowitzki

Your girl flirtin with me all she did was search the wiki

Slid in my DM looking thirsty like

First to quickie

I said

Sure just hit me

She looking for the service like

Make sure you tip me

I'm like

You're a trip B

After I skrrt, you about to get curved like curbs in the city

I'm the opposite of them herbs you dig me

Hoe you'll get no time and fuck a rosemary, Bitch have you heard of Vinny

Fuck a six pack

Fuck sex and exercise I'd rather fuck a six pack

My main shorty a forty she got a thick back

Hit me on Twitter like "I'm a cheap date, you can afford me

Plus I'm always horny" I hit that

My girl whisky old fashioned

She always trynna chill in Manhattan and steal my knicks hat, Bitch

Keep your girl fienden, you in a dream world

I'm trynna tour and be on the other side of the world dreamin

Now everybody shut the fuck up

Nobody allowed to breathe while I'm spittin flow kicking

Time slow tickin slow hoes are forbidden

Last name Sentine, first name I forgot

Too many shots at this spot

Took the crown off my top

Got the glock like I'm Frank Castle

Blast with no hastle, drivin right past you

Ya'll rappers are cashews in my trail mix

Lookin like Quan Chi you just a pale bitch

I'm Johnny Cage with the shades hit the fail switch

Locked up for spittin flames, think the bail quick

Lemme take a second, gold watch with the gold rum

On my planet there's a hot moon with a cold sun

Grab a cold one while I'm at it

Vinnie can't stop eatin ass cause he's an addict

Blaster on my hip, lightsaber in the attic

My jedi code is very relevant, Henny on ice with eggs benedict

Still bumpin old OF like it's brand new

Drunk wildin' screamin

Kill People, Burn Shit, Fuck School

I'm cool and hot, why not

I heat your pops up like popcorn, like pop pop pop

If they askin bout Murdock, he rollin' with me

That's my G, I'm trynna get some comics for free

And a feature for my shit, send a beat to his home

Kill two birds with one infinity stone like Fuck Thanos

I told ya'll I'm rap game Doc Strange

Drink water, spit flames, get dollars, make change, quarters

Ya'll niggas be out here fake trappin, gun clappin

Seen you pushing girl scout cookies, My nigga what happened

Notorious N I Z Z Z you trash ass rappers are putting me to sleep

I'm dead, I'm Flinstone, I'm Fred

I'm Donald Trump, I'm Red

You know I'm gettin' mad

Nah I'm fucking finished, I'm done

You need more money for the rest of the verse my nigga

I gotta charge you more for that