Rapture

[Verse 1: Martin $ky] Yo Hotter than pots, rocking the socks With weed leaves on top with my hat cocked to the back Bag full of my essentials for the traveling Headphones, laptop, I keep that notepad with me Uh Flake when nobody heard of me Hope you getting in but now you're sitting where the curb would be Keep dribbling words, my flow permanent swerve Gawd they getting fed up with what your serving them Uh And as the plot thickens I be rolling up a dub and watching robot chicken Putting out them records Hope them record labels listening They label me incredible, and reckless, my incision's pretty deep But these types of songs is what they need in fact Hope you really trying to think it when you proceed to rap Fire from the infinite abyss of lyrics Listen to them critics, they like crickets I ain't trying to hear it [Hook: Martin $ky] It's the sinister word scribbling villain With out of this world audio The mass is really feeling this, shit Top of the mountain, high as [?] This rapper with the manifest, and I ain't did my damage yet Rapture the youth with a flow venomous Motives as low as ditches, with acid trips I'm indigenous First spitter with genuine cold lyrics I'm sitting in booths, killing with literal raps, feeling it [Verse 2: Martin $ky] Altered the anatomy you used to Make a simple beat with your fruit loops, and do you Chunk the deuce, Myspace all up in your view Who is that cat killing these raps better than you do This that golden era real type shit Flyer than the high, it's from the spliff that I lit In-inhale, soaring to the moon where I reside Here's a molly and a blue pill which one you wanna try My nigga The consequences clear if you got common sense Chewing on these ramen noodles with the crew I came with That's no one, did it on my own fucking lonesome Had plenty of buds, random niggas tryna hold some Stoned then this is rapping, this the genesis chapter Hitting a [?] and you hear what's coming after Figure I would rap a lot and worry about the beats less Rather play with words cause all this poetry relieving stress [Hook: Martin $ky] It's the sinister word scribbling villain With out of this world audio The mass is really feeling this, shit Top of the mountain, high as [?] This rapper with the manifest, and I ain't did my damage yet Rapture the youth with a flow venomous Motives as low as ditches, with acid trips I'm indigenous First spitter with genuine cold lyrics I'm sitting in booths, killing with literal raps, feeling it