You after mass appeal? Well go and cop a deal. I'm here give these people something they can feel like blind hands where Braille be. My words never fail me. I’m gully on a beat while ya mic check is frailty. You barely even carry beats let alone rock one. Ya options? You might as well stop son. When I drop toxins obnoxious. Control it like a cockpit. Kick funk with more soul than holey socks get. So watch this while I clock in. 20 hour day with no chance of stopping. You can't concoct this so don't try it. Just stay quiet and play the sideline when I ride in or feel my burn like some side bends to sit-ups til you spit up. Spit rhymes for days with out hick up heard through the pick ups. Clip the wick up from both ends. Burn a mix up with this sick stuff. I'll rip rough dirty produc hooked up in Richmond where I been from since 10 son. Now I burn like 10 suns. I'm intense from bar one to done. Bar none. Hard one to bargain with. Bring bars equipped so y'all can't forget who this artist is. Start harvesting alarming minutes back in the beginning. I was using a friend's DJ box like it was rented. Made beats depending on the records that we could find. This combined with the design inside my mind laid the ground work for my rhymes. And the time passed a dime plus since I made beats in the basement free styling on the bus. Over a decade I been training creating a style to crush. Meditating while I'm making word play more dangerous. Trust. I stay on minds like brain tumors. You lames just claim rumors that play out like fake humor junior. You're out you league catch a tutor. I aint got no time for rookie maneuvers.

Rookie maneuvers. They think they’re hot they’re not. Fresh to the game and they think they’re at the top. Gotta stop a lotta these brothers that's tryna pop. Make ‘em pay props to true hip hop and you don't stop.

Rookie maneuvering? I’m clearly not new to this. Been dropping rhyme since I could tell time. Mind is a computer chip that swells lines of the finest music in conjunction with my ruthlessness for word production. Got more styles that’s soon to hit. More boom to bip. More room for me to move my lips. Tracks so luxurious jacuzzi with the room service. The movement is the music and music is the movement. Graphic Melee keep the sound system booming Cruising through some samples it's about that time. I'm out my mind when I align a verbal tale from grid iron. When I start firing this gets me higher than sky conspiring with storm clouds with loud thunder right inside of them. High excitement when I'm piping in this lightening blend. Mic it then tighten it to clash with titans when write with pens. Saber with a paint can. Rock Steady crew breaking. Vente-seiz now but my rhyme style is ancient. Game like Bill Russell hustle. Muscle up to tussle. Summer spring, winter, til the leaves rustle lyrics I guzzle with out a muzzle. Trouble on the double. Crunch time like a bag ruffles when I start to bust ya bubble. Couple the rumbling drum to stun you. Wondering where I'm coming from. I'm under another hundred undone future number 1's. Songs unsung that's on a higher rung. Phil the fire tongue. Grind til I'm 60. You wanna retire young? Well go ahead save me the time from my rhymes. A trail of losers in the wake I leave behind anytime I'm tested. Invested too many years making more fresh than juicers. I ain't got time for your rookie maneuvers…

Rookie maneuvers. They think they’re hot they’re not. Fresh to the game and they think they’re at the top. Gotta stop a lotta these brothers that's tryna pop. Make ‘em pay props to true hip hop and you don't stop.