Microphone Science

[Verse 1] Spit some lit or I'll split your lip I rock jeeps, keep your hat straight Rumble and tumble beats like a mad tape Bliss lyricist, giving you that slake Not a fad, not a fake I make raps to break and shake crates The rough stuff, sometimes I'm on a mad pad With stacks of fat lines and rhymes Rad divine, sloppy like a bad chine Splitting rappers like Mobb Deep I stomp beats harder than concrete Ya bet I'm wild, so check the rhyme style, foul To bomb sounds with compounds, nouns, and vowels Constantly making raw cuts like phill chill Check the technique I seek, defeat and kill The crop's ill, who got the skill, hint, I top bill Steady and deadly calm, ready with my palm Not rolling with a big squad, but motherfuckers I bomb [Cool] With the beats that rip, I asunder and ram When I freak my spit, most cannot understand The rhyme I'm relaying, the line I'm saying With fat raps on black wax, I stay weighing Because my style is by the gram and MC's stay riled, because I'm wild slamming Compare me to the competition, but they can't match my form Strong enough to snatch, ain't no bluff when I swarm Storm lyricists like the bastille It's a 1-9-9 on the mic when I kill Justified because they sounded too wack As if their words were scriptures when they spewed raps I come clean, and thrum reams MC's remain in fright because the din dires Now you face the elements, earth, wind, and fire [Hook/Scratch] "Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing" [Hot] My vocals in effect, so check your cerebrum function In a time of war, I spawn from destruction Erupting mental thought processes to vocalize, so hear it The soul controller, I monopolize the lyrics I got clout like Fidel Catro You shout and pout, but on the Mic I blast flow I gitchya, hitchya with a fast blow Mic in the right, and the left I haft throws Elevate your mind to a higher plateau I filter the subconscious thoughts from stack and stow To the best raps you've heard in awhile You can't define nor count the words I've compiled To craft a literary piece that I bestowed [Verse 1] I use to feel like crap waking up in the morning Now I'm laid back, I take naps after yawning Everyday all day like it's a damn cycle The second Toddy Tee, batteram mic flow My steelo is like b in subtle But knuck if you buck, my cadence rumbles