My old OM...I was just freestyling it!
Check these lyrical miracles that I spit at you chaps
For you typical, pitiful kids with your fictional raps
Every syllable is pivotal to the one that succeeds it
I’ll diminish ya, leave you quizzical like puzzle pieces
Schooling you imbeciles with my principal principles
No imagery lives in me but I still got lyrical visuals
I rhyme whimsical, while yours are just spherical
Not to mention miserable, wack, not even deliverable
Predictable…stay flipping more than a reciprocal
Its criminal how im killing em, so I’ll spit it to em plain
You jokers can’t hide ‘cause im the dealer in this game
The microphone is my weapon, and I have accurate aim
But im done here, im really tired of bashing you lames