From what I can see there are too many one hit rappers in the game
With no skill, no substance just all rubbish to me….
I furbish when I’m refurbishing these furnishings/
What cha getting nervous you don’t got no ends?
My pens be my lenses correcting those irises when your sightseeing/
Rightly believe in the beast whenever I feast I roast y’all like pig feet
Even when I’m off beat I split noodles, noggins in half without stopping/
Get brandish my handles be camels in the hottest desert
Never toe tagging just verbally grabbing putting y’all underneath entomb in tombs/
Gripping the ledge check the wedge you got nailed in between a rock and a hard place
Your just another contestant trying to contend with the best even now/
Your taste be a waste of a chef’s recipe
So if you want them pastries just ask the ladies/
My flow be rabies to those that ain’t vaccinated
I’m spreading the infection like hell just rose/
I’m cold as ice, nicer than a snow storm
Sicker than influenza spreading across the globe/
Colder than sperm froze sicker when I was younger
Negro please I got the hunger of a thousand emcees/
Speak on topics every time I drop a text, a verse, a song, a line
I rip every time like I’m combining into voltron without the rest of my lions in back of me/
This flow is fool’s gold
Catch a cold when trying to flow
This flow is fool’s gold
Don’t get cha lines jacked dummy
All we do is play gin rummy
When we flip lines dummy
This flow is fool’s gold
When I write it gets sold
Its assault and battery every time I touch a dart
Pressing down on hip hop’s heart/
Throwing it into the board cutting all cords
Leaving hearts broken before surgery/
Now you got the enemy if the end of me isn’t the beginning of you
I don’t know how you got the heat your shit is pee when you trying be solid gold/
Now trying to spit with no wax my tracks be stacked with so much treble
I bury emcees without stepping up to bat they ask me to go first/
So when I blaze the torch and kill the entire song with the chorus and all
And they don’t even get in the booth its proof they flow is fool’s gold
Meaning they ain’t even meant to be sold let alone solid gold I am that cold/
This flow is fool’s gold
Catch a cold when trying to flow
This flow is fool’s gold
Don’t get cha lines jacked dummy
All we do is play gin rummy
When we flip lines dummy
This flow is fool’s gold
When I write it gets sold
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