[Male Rap Verse: Strict Timing] [Vocal Style: Deep, gritty male voice, steady tempo, aggressive, NO FEMALE VOCALS] [Delivery: Underground quick, steady boom-bap cadence, strict rapping, run-on conversational phrasing, NO MELODY] Maxin, relaxing, peeping the whole world action asking will I ever have to drive an Altima, my exact caliber is heavy artillery and infinite stamina, watching the street through Dita lenses with a camera, amateurs just want a massacre you put on for your hood and they laugh at ya, but keep putting on I swear niggas will form like Voltron, every hood hero is a CEO, the enforcer is the director, nosey niggas meant to be inspectors, 70 Sharp Swords just order men not to slaughter men but to honor men, harm a man sit down to discuss trafficking with a board of men, start at 11:30, I'll be there a quarter to ten, it's Strict Timing, this rhyming exquisite, doing civic deeds on and off the streets it's meat not beef until it's cooked with heat applied but not sparingly, scaring me man I'm built tough nothing nice at all in a brawl I'm trying to make you fall on your neck while I suplex you the most of you not the least of you is supposed to do what is thought of unheard, words serve just desserts if food is dishes then my infinite knowledge make pastry delicious, plus the biscuit, so much bread I sell yeast at wholesale frail crew needs lunch pails to eat at work waiting for some pussy got him nailed with all these hammers flying Strict Timing is probably right, Strict Timing is probably right, Right. Right.
