No Clue

[Verse 1] This that, black liquorice delicious shit I'm in this shit to win this shit Just give me a minute, special edition trying to rap with a lisp Or a speech impediment that's peddling faster than Lance did No need for a second glance kid Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder I strike lightning and rhyme thunder I'm the real ninth wonder The other eight of 'em fall even when they see my name I bring the pain and keep it constant like permanent dismay This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes And with open ears just concentrate on this musical vibe I take you through the years, and take you back another century When rap was never meant to be To be or not to be is not the question I mean that honestly But honestly I don't cuz you other faggots were never part of the prophecy But probably you know because I took it over like Constantine At the age of seventeen I got the meanest regime Poetry machine, carmina machina I speak the language of the gods You lacking flow like menopause But you acting like a bitch on her period you'd benefit from gauze So you can hold the applause, pause Until I school these silly bulls with my syllables My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable Your bitch just wet her unmentionables I got a thirst that's unquenchable Better go find something else that's sensible My music is sentimental when killing these instrumentals My potential is detrimental and my flow is consequential I'm something mental killing all these weak ass rappers Let me check your credentials I'm acting exponential *Fuck* *You can probably just leave that it sounded kinda cool* [Verse 2] My rhymes will make your skull split Phatter than that bitches britches, busting at the seams and shit Cripple when you hear me starring beats like I'm an asterisk This track I remixed and mastered it I'm not a pacifist but you faggots have asked for it So never send it back at me I know that life can be a bitch just like bad acne Go ahead and throw your raps at me They never phase me faggot I just Save you maggots like I'm Julie "The Cat" Gaffney I'm baffling, every single rapper to make a request Actually gets hung from the rafters I'm like Bruce Banner so where are your manners You won't like me when I'm angry I'm lanky but I'm swinging like a New York Yankee You can thank me later For now I'm just writing rhymes on this paper I got my paper in tapers Sending these rappers to their makers Making or breaking ties I'm contemplating these lies Never wear a disguise I see the prize through my eyes, surprise I see the size of you other guys You're small fries and none of 'em wise You're just a bunch of spies And that's the reason I despise you flies The sky is falling from the highest of highs Now that's a great demise