S.M. Luke - 6'7' (Freestyle) lyrics

Pardon my persona, rapper anaconda Eat these rhymers quick, call that d**h before dishonor Y'all don't want the drama, your genre's border comedy So cop me fast while I last, I'm on commodity Might be an oddity, the way I spit that true form Take the hottest MC, I'll make him lukewarm Want me to follow your steps, go get my shoe horn Y'all ain't my sons, you're my muthaf**in newborns I do it for 'em, I might breed some green competitors Trashin' all their rhymes like my job was chief editor Fresher than that new blood, wiser like a veteran Grindin' late nights, countin lines, call me Letterman Write your name with the list of bums I did it better than The game is dry, I spit to make it wetter, man Weatherman can't predict this kind of rainstorm I body finer lines in my f**in' brainstorms Change norms and smash all your expectations No bullsh**tin', call that constipation Knuckle up for the flood, double up just like you're Noah I'm reppin' 215, bout to run this like Balboa Boxer in the ring, got a chopper I'ma bring Spit bucket by the buckle, boy you're rocking with the king I'm a titan on the mic, call me Tyson comma Mike Vying for your ear's attention, if I want it I'ma bite Right down to that nerve, that ground and to that curb Like a kick up in Kenzo, kicked up in the end zone Lace the hell up, your face gets swelled up Heard the scathin' through the wire, If they're hating they're a liar And I'm bout to take it higher, but I'll keep that on the low Too many rappers in the game, somebody gotta go Nobody got a flow like that young Philly damager Rip it like a pro, little bro you're just an amateur Package any challenger and ship him to his manager Never trust a snake, fake, flake or scavenger Shady? I ain't havin' ya, I'm messin' with the real I'm runnin' on a full deck, you missed out on the deal I'm not the prototype so I might miss out on a deal So f** it like a dime piece, these labels wouldn't deal...