Originally Posted by
MasterFate
Its like someone gave me a EMP
My presence is enough to disrupt the flow.
My turn to run things like DMC
Letting you know,
It's time to quit.
It might he hard to rap like me,
But then again I'm the boss of the real game.
Not just some DLC.
I dont have time for weed.
Fuck bitches, fuck drugs, fuck being a G.
I'm just a nigga with bars on beams.
A head full of dreams.
But not one fuck to give for all the dickheads that wana shoot me.
If the words you heard are getting you mad
They should.
In my neighborhood it's either respect me or fear me.
don't like it?
Don't get near me?
But it's sad,
That it could take a rap to make a gang member see clearly.
Would add more but I am in school rn so enjoy this little sample 
Continuing this space time odyssey, hip-hip hypocrisy
DMC mobb deep but they run from me, honestly.
Aesop Rock is the only Champion I can see
So talented I don't have to pay off my college fee.
Now I rock the mic, like Wonder Mike
We don't choke, fail, or fall like Reich.
We don't have no cars or no fancy bike
The central brain is where we strike.
Gotta keep this going on and on
Wanna hear myself on the radio, at the salon.
It goes on and on and on and on
And on to the next one way down in Milan.
Now it's time to make your body rock
Throw rhyme that'll put you through toxic shock.
The ingredient we need, we have in stock
A little vegetable oil, the blood of Bach.
Now the lyrics get ghetto, back in black
You start shit and I pump that shotty back.
Got 2 led balls in ya air sac
Shootin' at New Jersey from Chiraq.
Maybe you thought you could outsmart one of my classes
But then I showed up with the holy masses.
I can fight but I lyrically whoop those asses
Lay the fuckin' wrath on whoever passes.
Even though I like to tell it raw
Always like to stay calm during the storm.
It's not until the end that I've withdrawn
As long as this goes on and on...