Rock Paper Scissors

What'd they say about sticks and stones? I might have to come and pick some bones Cause i'm dealing with delivery that's killing me Diction that makes me wanna make your script my own Mad revisions, gotta tear up pages Beats and bass? i've got sheets and blades I'm banging stones for flames and that's all it takes You know what? rock paper scissors and i make cold cuts I'm hitting you like a surgeon in winter A physician making incisions when you listen to this And when i'm spitting i split your limbic system Kicking it to the rhythm of blades and paper I could rip it for days I gotta drop possibly unstoppable rockets I'm racking profits from rapping off of the oddest of topics And if you think that i'll stop this you've got another thing coming I'm drumming rocks and i'm pumping pulp and i'm running with scissors I'm on top You were milled up young, never had a branch Your woods got stomped by the avalanche And from the rubble i rose, i'm slate and granite Rock a fine flow, don't take for granted my prose Never wrote bad quotes on my notepad Folks gotta know that, yo, never hold back Won't shine if it isn't real gold I don't bend and i don't fold You've got racks but i've got rolls You chase those stacks, i break the mold Count your benjis, i can't stand it Lots to lend, i got a blank canvas Twin leaves of steel we ignite Cut a rug beneath the bright lights Just hack it, dice it, that's my advice Now wrap it up, it's been a slice Boom