Pa**ionate MC - Flow heat no Beat lyrics

[Verse 1] This is the definition of an ill gift and a curse Leaving the world flat like the ancient vision of earth Im painting a verse, depicting Genesis in plus size Not God, Adam reached out his palm to touch mine Its crunch time, like the opposite of the Big Bang I spit slang for english professors who slit veins And sniff cain, I gotta beautiful flow Merkin' motherf**ers on camera like Viewtiful Joe Every musical note, gradually inclines in octets I'm fly, while you're in the lowest lane like Clark Kent The Dark scent surrounding my aura is d**h With its morbid effects torturing the core in my chest While moving forward in steps as I offer the best Performance of enormous portion, make you forfeit your breath Im flawless and blessed, vivid enscriptions make me a Savage While writtens you spittin' are Counterfeited (Counter-Fitted) like cabinets Pa**ions established, ready to spark you f*ggets I FLOW HEAT WITH NO HEAT, like a heartless Dragon Parts of sadness start the madness Consuming tabs of acid, charging into oncoming traffic Its drastic, cuz while you was writing your foolish verses I was f**ing black holes, giving life to universes With the few rehearses that it took for you to just man up I chopped ya f**ing legs off and then told you to stand up Ya plan s**s, they even say im buggin with rhymes I ain't gotta be Dyme-A-Duzin to have a dozen of dimes Im lovin' the grind, but me, I ain't workin' with them I'd rather roll with two twenties like perfect vision Im cursed with spittin, I'll f**in put two to ya jaw Leave ya hooked to an IV like roman numeral four The truest of all, I'll put ya f**in crew in the morgue Spit on ya casket and do the "Stanky Leg" upon ya funeral Floor