sober skinny raps

new raps.

i kill instruments instantly I don’t give em no sympathy
Idiosyncrasy gifted me my abilities mentally
Spitting brilliant intelligent ill soliloquy symphonies
Im prodigious these bitches living in fear of my infamy -
Im Constantly inundated by clones who be imitating -
start up initiation opponents disintegrated, -
crack cocaine inhalation - powder coke insufflation
And fentanyl injection aint as dope as I’m spitting lately -
lames and petty bustas get flame poetic justice -
lazy pretentious suckas and fakers could never touch it -
arrogant hacks and critics may mention my past addictions -
switch up the cadence leave em amazed with the faster rhythm
They lack initiative, act ridiculous - posting memes,
Broken fiends, smoking weed, salvaging a hopeless scene
virtual vagabonds, their home is the internet -
focused on followers I been honing my intellect -
in 2012, skinny still was living like current rappers -
Gone on xanny bars, smoking that purple package
I’m no commercial actor I’m a surgical master —
I’m godly when I’m spitting you a clergyman pastor
ive been lurking and practicing now I’m murking and slashing Em
My style is electric this shit is surging capacity
in my own lane - aint nobody swerving and passing me,
observing these tragic rappers they nervous catastrophes —
the industry lately is just a circus of pageantry,
But this purposeless apathy can’t convert me to blasphemy
im just serving - rhymes rhythms and words while rappers be
So concerned - perpetrating absurd swaggerjackery
should I cop some balenciagas, and off white tees -
Should I dye my hair even though its not like me -
should I get my face tatted up so blogs like me -
And post Money piles on instagram so y’all might see
Fuck it — id rather be gifted and spend my life broke and flipping mcgriddles
Im not conflicted my conviction helps me stick to commitment
Im not afflicted by no envy nor resent my condition
my credentials got me prepped for the mission —
cop the sour and twist it, cop the henny and pour it
Cop the coco and crush it refine it chop it and snort it -
Take the plastic off the tar maybe chase it or foil it -
Maybe cook it and boil it not too long or you’ll spoil it -
Take a rose and a stem, put a rock and some choy in -
Cop a bundle of that powder put a shot with that boy in
Your arm and press down, you aint feeling half what I’m feeling
this is transcendental, this is mental smack that I’m dealing --
Im aware of reality as I’m carefully balancing
Using tactics developed by years of masterful alchemy
while these rappers are cowering, these rappers are cowardly
they aint matching my power - they just passive and shallow -
i kill instruments instantly I can’t give em no sympathy
Idiosyncrasies gifted me my abilities mentally
and Essentially I’m the greatest spitter in history
These rappers are bitches living in fear of my infamy