Weirddough - The Inner lyrics

[Verse 1] Let that graphite mix with this blank sheet Feel like a chemist when I finish every sentence Abusing echoes...like most n***as without flows Mine not even digital, I'm just that big to you Ain't no telling what the kid'll do Might spit a scripture that could outsell King James at the garden, double entendres Have a enough food for thought To feed any artist starving, respect the jargon This rap sh**'s been apart of em' All these n***as making stacks but They ain't got no art in em' Money making vs ill creating Well buckle up and get ready For the hybrid, the combination Optimus rhyming when I roll out the tongue They hear my "u" and recognize where I'm from Charm City, where n***as love to hate, like a pastime And hate to show love like the crowd during halftime HipHop just the next girl that's gonna drive me nuts ...but watch how a mac a dame My whole pack the opposite of lame A bunch of wolves that make moves on their own But never move alone (uhh) A young prince with three eyes on the throne Not saying I'm enlightened, more so I am lightning Sparking brains, 'til I'm cardiac arrested Spreading rapteria, this is a track infection And the mental always been a weapon But now I fire faster and my aim is beyond mastered I'm so cla**ic (wooh), all that wack sh** y'all can have it Coming with audio hieroglyphics of someone not established How a n***a so sick but he ball so hard Man I swear a n***a so Magic (Uhhh!)