🚩Little Flow🚩

Pfunk, Underground Hip Hop, Experimental funk, Oldschool Hip Hop, Heavy Bass, Abstract

V4.5+

I been elite from the start of it, harder than artisans, sparrin’ with charlatans, marvelous, sparkin’ ‘em, sharpen to cut like a carvin’ raising hell like Clive Barker, I target ‘em, drop ‘em in pits with the harbingers conquer ‘em, alter the course like a illusion conjurer, darker than Gothika, spaced out like Battlestar Galactica toppin’ ‘em, locked in the logic, demolish ‘em proper, I process the doctrine, I box ‘em like Hopkins, I sock ‘em unconscious, I got ‘em astonished.
I been a boss at the helm of the ship, if I tell ‘em to flip then the felons get ripped, and I revel in this, I developed a list, I repel ‘em with wit, I compel ‘em to quit, I’m propellin’ the hits, I could level the list, every rebel gets clipped when the metal gets gripped, I assemble the blitz, I could sever the myths, I’m expellin’ ‘em quick while they yellin’ for bliss. 
I gotta flex, dominant, ominous, opposite, toppin’ the columnist, novelist, all of this thought is astronomic, it’s ominous, monstrous, I’m walkin’ with goddesses, watch how I modify concepts with honest confidence, thoughts like a comet that’s launchin’ apocalypse.
Tell ‘em to rise up, they time’s up, I be the tyrant that times it, alignin’ the finest design in the climate, I’m climbin’ ‘til diamonds refine in the silence, the highest enlightenment is findin’ the light in the mind of the blind when I’m writin’.
I ain’t gotta front, I’m just doin’ it slick, watch ‘em dip when I ruin ‘em quick, you ain’t never met a vet with the fluid to spit, I be ruthless and shit with music, I’m bruisin’ ‘em quick.

You using Ai to write your shit.
You’re spittin’ them lies, you need to quit.
“Glitch in the matrix,” “crackin’ the code,” 
You need some dryer sheets for “static”control. 
The lame is lame and all sounds the same.
“Sentences,” “cadence” and “syllables” “pivot”you to the position of pitiful. These words in your lyrics let me know you got little flow..

I be the menace, the beast with the essence, they seekin’ the exit, I’m breachin’ the fences, I leap with a presence that’s deep and relentless, unleashin’ the tension like heat in a session, I teach ‘em a lesson, I speak with aggression, I keep it perfected, they weep in the wreckage, I see through the weak and delete every question. 
I be the one in the dark, I embark on a charge and I carve through the heart with the sword of a warlord, I’m sworn for the art, I be stormin’ the charts, I’m adorned with a force that’ll warp what you start.
I never been lesser, I pressure the weak, I be severin’ speech when I step in the breach, I be deckin’ ‘em each with a level of reach that could send ‘em beneath when they beckon the beast, I’m spittin’ venom, you see? nah, spittin’ carnage, Woody Harrelson wreckin’ ‘em, leavin’ ‘em tarnished, I’m harvestin’ artists like gardens of martyrs, I’m heartless, I spark shit and mark ‘em as carcass, carve ‘em’ for carpet, corpse smell like arm pits, I toss ‘em’ in tar pits.  I’m rippin’ ‘em, shiverin’, quiverin’, deliverin’ infinite sentences, innocent never been, sentiment limited, every opponent I finish with diligence, militant with it, my pen is omnipotent, ignorant rappers get lit up and dissonant.

Stupid fucks finna get bruised up, when I  loosen up, facts bruh, (facts)
Rap tough? Nah, you a sad lil’ whack chump
Act up, get smacked up, back up,
When I spit it, I hit it and crack skulls, that’s blood splat guts, tally it up like some tax cuts, Spit like a Mac truck, rat-tat on that ass of them wack-fucks

4212/7500

You using Ai to write your shit. You’re spittin’ them lies, you need to quit. “Glitch in the matrix,” “crackin’ the code,” You need some dryer sheets for “static”control. The flame is lame and all sounds the same. “Sentences,” “cadence” and “syllables” “pivot”you to the position of pitiful. These words in your lyrics let me know you got little flow.. I been elite from the start of it, harder than artisans, sparrin’ with charlatans, marvelous, sparkin’ ‘em, sharpen to cut like a carvin’ raising hell like Clive Barker, I target ‘em, drop ‘em in pits with the harbingers conquer ‘em, alter the course like a illusion conjurer, darker than Gothika, spaced out like Battlestar Galactica toppin’ ‘em, locked in the logic, demolish ‘em proper, I process the doctrine, I box ‘em like Hopkins, I sock ‘em unconscious, I got ‘em astonished. I been a boss at the helm of the ship, if I tell ‘em to flip then the felons get ripped, and I revel in this, I developed a list, I repel ‘em with wit, I compel ‘em to quit, I’m propellin’ the hits, I could level the list, every rebel gets clipped when the metal gets gripped, I assemble the blitz, I could sever the myths, I’m expellin’ ‘em quick while they yellin’ for bliss. I gotta flex, dominant, ominous, opposite, toppin’ the columnist, novelist, all of this thought is astronomic, it’s ominous, monstrous, I’m walkin’ with goddesses, watch how I modify concepts with honest confidence, thoughts like a comet that’s launchin’ apocalypse. Tell ‘em to rise up, they time’s up, I be the tyrant that times it, alignin’ the finest design in the climate, I’m climbin’ ‘til diamonds refine in the silence, the highest enlightenment is findin’ the light in the mind of the blind when I’m writin’. I ain’t gotta front, I’m just doin’ it slick, watch ‘em dip when I ruin ‘em quick, you ain’t never met a vet with the fluid to spit, I be ruthless and shit with music, I’m bruisin’ ‘em quick. You using Ai to write your shit. You’re spittin’ them lies, you need to quit. “Glitch in the matrix,” “crackin’ the code,” You need some dryer sheets for “static”control. The lame is lame and all sounds the same. “Sentences,” “cadence” and “syllables” “pivot”you to the position of pitiful. These words in your lyrics let me know you got little flow.. I be the menace, the beast with the essence, they seekin’ the exit, I’m breachin’ the fences, I leap with a presence that’s deep and relentless, unleashin’ the tension like heat in a session, I teach ‘em a lesson, I speak with aggression, I keep it perfected, they weep in the wreckage, I see through the weak and delete every question. I be the one in the dark, I embark on a charge and I carve through the heart with the sword of a warlord, I’m sworn for the art, I be stormin’ the charts, I’m adorned with a force that’ll warp what you start. I never been lesser, I pressure the weak, I be severin’ speech when I step in the breach, I be deckin’ ‘em each with a level of reach that could send ‘em beneath when they beckon the beast, I’m spittin’ venom, you see? nah, spittin’ carnage, Woody Harrelson wreckin’ ‘em, leavin’ ‘em tarnished, I’m harvestin’ artists like gardens of martyrs, I’m heartless, I spark shit and mark ‘em as carcass, carve ‘em’ for carpet, corpse smell like arm pits, I toss ‘em’ in tar pits. I’m rippin’ ‘em, shiverin’, quiverin’, deliverin’ infinite sentences, innocent never been, sentiment limited, every opponent I finish with diligence, militant with it, my pen is omnipotent, ignorant rappers get lit up and dissonant. You using Ai to write your shit. You’re spittin’ them lies, you need to quit. “Glitch in the matrix,” “crackin’ the code,” You need some dryer sheets for “static”control. The flame is lame and all sounds the same. “Sentences,” “cadence” and “syllables” “pivot”you to the position of pitiful. These words in your lyrics let me know you got little flow.. Stupid fucks finna get bruised up, when I loosen up, facts bruh, (facts) Rap tough? Nah, you a sad lil’ whack chump Act up, get smacked up, back up, When I spit it, I hit it and crack skulls, that’s blood splat guts, tally it up like some tax cuts, Spit like a Mac truck, rat-tat on that ass of them wack-fucks

0/500