Never been on top, so I don’t got crops to dust
I got farms of flows, flows of flows blowing in windmills
I got tons of darts on floppy disk, got tons of darts filed away on zip disk
Spitting liquidous when I’m syncopated rapidly leaving you decapitated
My flows are never rusted they just get polished and sharpen
These knives are my thrives they’re dives off cliffs
Had to have rifts with drifts in ciphers of spits
Flips more vocab than those notepads that got stabbed
So you play make flicks like “Scream” drive it into a series
My connects be time interjects intercepts redact info
Back traps map laps cat naps be how I maintain sanity
Why y'all got all caps on? I told y’all ALL CAPS no trick spelling
It’s Godzilla, nuclear winter time, get extra black on 'em
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