So You Think You Can Rap

Who am I, the underdog Unsigned so I'm under y'all Not endorsing prostitution but I'm screaming "fuck 'em all" Push them up, got them laced like a Wonderbra Denied sex, I don't fuck with y'all Hard outside, soft inside just like a Wonder Ball Cause y'all fraudulent artists ain't nowhere close to me Y'all roses without thorns and dried up: potpourri With flows a beast, homie see, you may be more known than me But my caliber of rap takes it back to how it's supposed to be Raw, this younging has a cause The cause to cut and kill you would swear I'm out of SAW, uh Boy, go figure no nigga lets it go sicker Known killer, flow iller, let it go nigga Lyrical gat packed when I rap And I'm always on attack to let it blow nigga Let me prove that that you dudes can't handle my moves Because my movements will boom and blow like typhoons I'm a Harry Potter book, your raps are haikus My tunes hadouken, rapping Ryu Why would I lie dude, you sick as swine flu Let me show you motherfuckers who I am to you A dude with a cool vernacular smooth All you fools get abused and shook with a boo AIDS, illest of my age You say you're spitting fire, well you cats are getting slayed You try to push my buttons, you're the one that's getting played Feel myself up in this game and I'll still end up laid Your steeze is on delayed, your name will get defaced A disgrace, sit in shame with the "I eat ass" face And it's cray how I changed from my days as a lame To rapping now, legs spread like the logo on my J's Strange I don't hit, because they only want the rapper The person that I am deep down doesn't matter I rapture these actors and shatter their bladders And beat up their particles until they're not matter You feline artists can get lost boy, I'm sexist Your acts will turn up missing like a Yung Berg necklace You got knots in your pockets, my wallet concussions I beat the beat up like I got a grudge with percussion These niggas cuffing, and that's a big issue Because girls will diss you with the same lips that kiss you Niggas will dap you with the same hands that split you And spit on it before they offer you a tissue So I don't bother with friends, this lion walks alone You bump the Jay and 'Ye album, but boy I'm on the throne The prince of this, ain't no way that I'll get overthrown It's Rebel Squad soar with us or get overflown This is what it is, this is how I handle it When it comes to hip-hop no doubt I mastered it My name ain't Kalombo but im spittin some klassic shit And Prince EA's like "that Brooklyn boy ran this shit" Damn I did, this is a competition And my only objective now is to slay is the opposition Because my position is remain overlooked And these overrated rappers ain't raw they're overcooked To be honest, this verbal bomb threat Has stepped up into this contest to fucking conquest I ain't ever gonna stop it because these hot spits Will get your bitch ass whacked you would swear it was a mob hit