Spit

[Verse 1]

On your mark get set go

The rest flow is just S-O S-O

So am I the best I guess so

I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin

Gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred somethin

Behold the prophecy peep

The mold in my philosophy deep

Contemplate crime playing for keep

Elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt

From my brain and then they drain right into a cup

From which I drink then I think deeper in and it'll sink

From a dark hall in my skull and then into ink

That's a old school metaphorical phrase

I shit, shower and shave

Then its time to get paid get out of the way

I'm like a bat out of hell how I'm hitting these hoes

You swear a nigga just got out of jail

I'mma MC slash stick up kid

Ask Bishop all the shit I did

I ain't playing with 'em

[Hook]

When I spit the room temperature change

I am what many consider a spitter of flames