too many acts be lab assembled from fashion stencils
notice the wack minstrel classism
cash-grab corner you've backed up into due to lacked potential
if i was you i'd pray for fast dismissal

each
sacramental passage send rappers to alternate dimensions where their backs are brittle
heads as big as their ego insinuates but their hats are little
and the golden rule of the land is you always gotta have it with you

and even if it's accidental
a wizard blasts you with magic pistol
reducing you to a mass of crystals

the lamb is sacrificial
cats'll hit you for apack of skittles

i cain't spark courage that you don't have within you
it ain't a factor for me to shatter a status symbol

dummies gon make me put the match to kindle
i'm cool with conan
i'm fighting Fallon and clappin Kimmel


....fuck cdbaby and fuck tune core
soon i'll drop your platoon force
through the moon door

my super suit is synthesized from moon ore
i rule it for two-score like the Tudors

i started off as thin pale trash
then upgraded, went the Intel path
and took a stem-cell bath

so you should treat me like the pope, brethren
those who spoke negatively get choked and get their toes severed then
placed in envelopes and sent to separate coasts while i sit reading the washington post
in the smoke section

more dangerous than a bomb in a drone weapon
the galaxy note 7's a close second

you fuck with the build, fam
let's vision board it
here's a novel idea
let's write a rhyme
then record it