[Verse 1]
When I ask you "What ho?" Know it's rhetoric
Flamer than Joan, more commonly called a heretic
Bothersome for pussies like it's top on a hairy dick
f** a leader, I'm the leader n***a, was Yashua picked
Type of art disintegrates you when the psyche click
Flow fickle minded, permafrosted being scorched sh**
Scorch Earth Policy a clique if they talk quick
Omnicidal deity like deities in Marvel Flicks
Modest out the booth, on it as dirty as a horny b**h
Spit it, and I spray it. Then I shine it: What a sterile mic
Arsonist in the rappin' aesthetic sippin' arsenic
Ascended with artifice. No tricks, no artifice
Deceived by my looks, ants n' them dose artist-dick
You slick want a brick of this coke pipe artistic
Spick span flow
Spick, n******gs, Poly-syllabic
Kon sh**, stay lit, wick on a wax stick
[Verse 2]
Holy f** flow like it's Zeus on it rape sh**
Archtype n***a spit Kong on his ape-
Quit now, 16, k**ed greats, spat lame sh**
Rap wore thongs now he dump like it's kit lit
Showin out hard: Lone mom with some D tits
Preme wit wit' it when he write it's like DOOM writ'
Pop like a zit in your face when you..
(f**.. f**, alright, hold up. f**.)
Archangel kid and he poach the roarin' lion's fur
Golden fleece cloak. Hell, here's a brochure
6 milli ways
He a rap connoisseur
Sure fire rhyme scheme and it's sure obscure
He was born 'fore his time and his bars premature
who*e. There's the door drops the mic on the floor...
[Outro]
Izuna:
fu*k
Muhmm Rah:
Keep that, keep that, keep that!