Dead End

[Produced By The Alchemist] [Verse 1: Allen Mikal] Ayo who you really know dat kicks da funky flow Golden child resurrected kickin mics like Kwon doe Overheads like cyclones wrecking shit wit ballistics And my nigglets finna shut down da system Who you kiddin? Grab a dose of these dope lyrics I know you hear it Penetratin our entire nation I'm Ben Frank'n Cuz I keep it a hunned Ya styles is more rugged If you throw sumchin I slaughterhouse like joe budden I'm so wicked you wack I spit flames cuz you gassed It'll create vigorous cinematics And my shit is intact Attackin masses of you bastards Yo axe CHAZZ who be sonnin all you rappers Da lyrical prophet came to collect all da profits Niggas worship my style dawg it's time to pay homage I been passed go you could stick wit da mono You Polygon negus outta shape like a bottle Me? I'm Aristotle, You? You frank ocean You not even in my lane Dawg I'm floatin like a dolphin Abortin, no abortions With these lyrical missiles Droppin bombs on you niggas Eastcoast ripping thru tissues They can never see my shit This is verbal excellence Come and check da kid out cuz I'm fly like Pegasus Evacuate da premesis Cuz I warned you I'm the mic checka, can't nobody do it betta [Verse 2: Andre Jakai]