Advantages

[Verse: Atlas] Now, my advantage is I got all the advantages Crack the game in half, wrap it up, save the bandages Roll the weed in it, I'm flowing with all these definitions Too many options, I got too much pot to piss in Eclectic Tetris player, filling all the blocks you're missing Quenching the streets, the block is now in drought remission And the mission, it's about making rap division Sid the science kid is gonna teach you about the rap envision Tectonic Ebonics, I'm shaking up the competition Chronic, ironic, I got the driest flow when I'm spittin' I'm busy managing, working out on my management skills The blacksmith of the pen, I got the darkest of wills And I just started but still, I can barely sit still My sickness is going viral, are you catching the ill Muscle memory, I'm flexing for real You couldn't catch a fucking break if it fell of a Toyota wheel Now, if you're lost, call on Sid to navigate Going pretty slowly, but your GPS is tracking late Going pretty slowly, GPS, yeah, you caught it late Repetition helps if you need me to elaborate Endless batteries, you couldn't keep me in a badder state Certain that I'll beat that ass, that you'll have to ascertain I'm reaching out, I got the touch, do you feel it yet? Activate your senses, look at me, do you feel it yet? Salivating while I'm taking breaths, do you feel it yet? You pussies filled with little Richards, nah, you don't feel it yet And I'm going hard, me?, I'm in my best state You bring your team and they'll get fucked, call it Penn State Now, gather 'round cause I'm trying to set you men straight I'll fuck your bitches and send them back when they menstruate You still can't rap even though you saved the bandages? Your disadvantage is that I got all the advantages [Verse: No Idols] Intelligence, I make my raps like speech impediments Stop your development in rapping, this is not your element You're at a deficit, it'll take years before you benefit Not a prerequisite, a warning before it gets intricate I'm now taking requests, show me who is the best I want my name as the same as a bullet going through chests Painful, nigga. If I slaughter a fat bitch with no grief Am I letting these niggas know that I got beef? (That-that's what it means, right? Ya know, fat bitch, cow, stuff like that? Whatever...) I am not the nervous nerd that you met in Mayfair Twenty levels under me, know that you gon' stay there I don't give handouts, what? You think you know me All you got is beef, dawg, What you think you Kobe? I'm in a league of extraordinary artists But, now you all are looking like extraordinary targets I'm in the lab writing a draft of the rap corpus No hook, like I've been rapping into a cordless You done with your 15 minutes? I got my own time My lyrics stay original and all you do is mime A bunch of salty rappers ain't shit, where's my drink & lime Bitch, I'm more incline like I'm wearing Calvin's clothing line These nights I sit in my room, talking bout 5 am screaming fuck my health I've been here for the music since day one, mothafucka, I don't need yo help Can't stay here looking bruised up so these gravediggers find out I tried to kill myself Back then I was an adolescent to the game, damp in the ears now it's all dried up I'm back in it, Huh? What you mean "I'm back in it" You should know I never left Spent my time tryna master the craft, making words to the shit that I felt Hard to make a full house out of these bullshit cards in my hand but the flops not dealt You ain't gotta waste your life in a trap house, You ain't gotta waste your life in a cell I'll eat these rappers like Southerners eat a bowl of grits Gut 'em with so many flows, I should be from the Swiss I'm back at it cause niggas know I ain't new to this You're far from a Blood, you're a lining around the uterus