[Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Confident] Heh, I know I usually rap about being a loser with an underdeveloped sense of humor. Who's probably a dude sitting in the dark on his computer. But I promise I'm the greatest it's not often that I say it. Tread with caution when I walk in cause I'm awesome when I spray it. Sticking bodies in the coffins if they've gotten too complacent. It's a problem, it's exhausting it's just awful to explain it. So I guess it's finally time for a little braggadocio, If for nothing else then just to pad out my portfolio [Sampled] Yo who the fuck want it.. [Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Confident] I'm Bringing call of duty back cause after I kill these rappers, I'm going nuts on 'em. So go on and run Forrest, I'm the one they wanna watch. But you're tasting both these fists if you put me in a box. Adonis Creed, an assassin on the beat, I Just come for the reactions when I stab em, Toe tag em up then (leave). Geez. I'm.. The only one in here deserves to be as arrogant as me. Could educate ya' bastards, spitting flames is Just a matter of degrees. [Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Slower flow] Nobody doing it better than me, Suno's amateur hour. Got one hand on the crown, the other hand's on a Mauser, Jugglin. Ruining men on the beat with proving you best to keep struggling to tear me down so you can bury my power. Hustling cause every move I'm ticking that doomsday clock into a new age wrought by the blooming grip of the blue haired bomb, thinking my word soup ain't hot, I produce A1, like panjshir to bouquet shop, This whole site's about to get a coup de grâce. So who's name's up? I'll fold you like a toupee brah. [Verse] [Room-Reflection Presence] [Spoken-Edge Delivery] [Punk female] [Confident] I snuck around and went Roaming The Globe, but this No Name's about to go for the throne. Case is Open And Closed, I Stay GOATed With Flows so dialed in, I could kill every one of you Over The phone. I'm so Cold and in a Zone Of My Own. My only goal, make this site look like an Episode of Alone. There's Nobody Close, I'm up In Space simply Raising the Bar- Like half-life- 'Cause that's what happens to rappers when my name gets involved. A show stopper. Nobody's ever came this far. Just the way things are, by myself painting my fucking name in the stars. Insider shits on the canvas, a hybrid of every rapper you stan for. The iron throne is under whim of a singular handle. (huh?) I'm here to teach you people that a goat is Just a mammal. I paint with colors only I can see Then speak a freakish language. (Gorlami) Aramaic on the beat, can't nobody here contain this as. Everybody up on Suno writes their songs with a robot? Call yourself a rapper, no you're not. (Huh.) Aim at the copy pasters, get your fucking thunder clapped, (Crack.) I barely battle anymore, I just tamper with rappers rubble packs. Watch them scratch rebuttals while stuffing their fucking duffel bags.
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