Get dissed like labors done by DOS engineers
Full of queers straight for your eyes
Double the lives mobile lines
Trucking through alleyways
Master ways like the force
Facing those with the force
Without the force it’s just a technique
Unique oblique when I read cha mind like telepathic’s with telekinesis
Reece’s piece this when I feature this feed
Breach the logs master fogs file hogties next to you wondering why
Busting, hustle and tussle in tombs busted flows all over hoes
Don’t need garden tools to be busting fools
in ciphers or freestyles or forums threads
Fucking ghouls get gamed and garnered
You ain’t heard how I worded the diction he kicking
When I’m flicking in a rage off the page
Written in flames had you jump drives
Cuz your gigs are too small to move all your files
Bust eyes like blacken marks all over ya eyes
What’s the wrong in being bong bong outta mind
This is how I spliff when I relieve myself
You thinking how I ink the pad
Making those gods mad at me
I’m not gonna be disrespectful but cha less impactful than a comet
that missed the earth by mere centimeters, gimme a gigercounter
so I can irradiate and measure it
so don’t get too pleased in how I read scripts
get tripped by the logic of you not watching where you going

Thought thief put cha thoughts on repeat to a beat
Been in the booth, ask how I’m a hundred proof
If you didn’t like when I was being positive
Then you won’t like me when I’m negative
So I’m always going to be me all the time anyways