I'd deliver it straight up, but I guess that would miss you
Cause you're less 'straight up' than a creased tissue, fit with the gristle
Its nautics though you shaky like turbulence
And perturbed, disturbed, cursing that the worst already hit you
Go down noble like radon, radians can't trace me on a radar
The gradient of your status more traceable than Darth Vader
You ridiculed, I reverberate, my references repped with reverence
Your respiration restricted it fitted for writers with eloquence
I f** with things, my fire makes you read through steamed streams of water
TAPS
To my style there's no father, son or daughter but "oh, SNAP"
But if we talking cards, changed the game, you lost your heart like JACK
Now hit the road, ill take you BACK, before MACS, just a LACK of kuLAKS
I must be stolypin, a necktie for all your reps
I know your rappad is a stock, you give props like dividends
But I asked you this: What if I spin out the drive of this proprietorship?
A system dead, no remnants of your end, like the Spanish against the Mayan sense
Your history is bluff, skinner than fussed eating in the
Ministry of love, I'm in 101, your feeble being will
Scrupulously bust, like Julia's trust, and one knows
Who that represents, doublethink that before you vote gung ho
We oppose like yin yang, but you backwards like yang yin
This is one sided wrangling, as I watch you wrangling
Rampant, for credible rankings, like Ralph causing contempt and envy
Yeah, I relate you to many things, just not a good MC