16 - One

"A dot—no comparison Rap Thomas Edison. Arrogant God son flow. Rhymes heaven sent Braggadocio, while they Pinocchio when flowing over instrumentals If I said it, best believe I meant it ‘cause my sentences be ventilation statements Press breaking. Half baked. No smoker; still eating; have cake Cream rises— I am where I am—no surprises Dream shake like Hakeem—stay posted—no denying I’m defiant Miami Vice; Sonny squealing tires Weight’s up—I’m the Jolly Green Giant with the science They feebler than the Keebler’s, hide in trees—so sweet Want beef like vegans, so we simply won’t meet Can’t speak. We don’t even eat off the same dishes They dying for some fame. We don’t have the same wishes Don’t do the same business Go live—pour up You sell a bit; I’m celibate—I gives no fucks Sell none, either. Hail one Teacher Fail? Won’t ever. Tales so clever Author like Chaucer, be the saucer in the sky That they swear they saw flying with the lights whizzing by Gemini [Jim and I]—put it on the Finn like Huck— For my Niggas who would get it, either spill or throw it up No colors. No gang ties. Just words I was speaking on the stars, and the moon just occurred Pit-bull Spit full clips, bullshit? No never Ill state, still. Go getter Chill, no sweater—they better button up I’m in a button down, bow tie, summing up Like, “In conclusion No confusing, me for you or you I’m not doing What you cats call ‘rap,’ I call trash And what y’all fans call ‘hot’ I call ‘gas.’ Can’t fuck with A dot. I must brag If you’ve been schooled, this’ not the same class If you’ve not read, it’s still the same book But not the same page, and not the same look Dot’s the same guy that told you ‘don’t speak’ Then gave you no doubts your flow was on E I’m gone teach—I’m telling you, ‘hands down.’ Grand Prize Game was played by those clowns The Bozo Show, that’s sold on hope— Could have a needle in they vein and still won’t know dope Introducing—back from never leaving— The critically acclaimed, recognized, never even Fire breathing, Midwest beast in 5’6” frame, plus flame still leaking Still plain speaking. Raps woo ladies Nine deep. Tang like booze. Euphrates… In denial is where I leave all my rivals Prey like a predator, while they praying for their survival.” Find a Bible