The Yoga Flame Champ
Bend it like those tried to bend it like a right angle
Ride the track with them 8-0-8 drum kits
Mixed with thunderous symbols in e’m/
Spit whips out cha chained mouths
Get Dartmouth my outros be ending themes/
Check ya dreams at the door rappers get scores
Like those Hans Zimmer cinematic soundtracks/
Stepping on moons, had to air walk what cha can’t talk
Faded faux’s now you stalking ya prey/
You ain’t the apex predator
Your just an out dated specimen/
Meditate on how to undress her
Delicate, close quarter combat trained/
Tactically tarnished armed varnish political
Armed critical speak imperial with them accents/
Traded fortress iced out minds torturous been a corpus cristae
Resident iron out cha intelligence, been print maker slat taker /
Photography major tone poser chose heat made in Dover
Ain’t the crib, get cha rattled until the cage is unleashed/
Write cha scripts in the last will you could
Rite cha last testament to those who remain relevant/
Transistor electric shock time out OPS
Spit flames blood iced wisdom teeth at cha/
Masked wrestler timed tester luchadore
I’m ripper three-hundred and sixty five days a year
Drink scotch, whisky and Bacardi I’m Yoga Flame Champ/
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