Killuminati

Grab the microphone, flow like a cyclone Hit the booth with abuse and the kid might go Right home, to his room, figure where the light glow When he hop up on a track, it's like he going psycho And it seems that ambition isn't missing It's just clearer is his vision He's efficient on a mission for revision Definition of the rap game Listen to the Lil's, that's lame, unless your last name is Carter Let me slow it down so you can hear it sharper Fuck up these tracks, like I'm a trash barber Bitch I got more sauce, you should call up tartar You want war, I got beef like a fucking farmer Spent two on my shirt, you could call me Nate Robinson Built like a leviathan, yeah she got me vomiting Said you need some oxygen, cause my rhymes astonishing This beat slap harder than my homie Jonathan Rolling up a zombie, but we ain't talking flatbush She said that I'm the best, but I told her "I ain't that good" I just let it flow, jotting rhymes in my scrapbook Talking shit about me, finna smoke you like a Backwood Took a trip to Puerto Rico, in a foreign beetle Riding with a niner, and I ain't talking Nico Smoking on a blunt, holes burnt in my tuxedo Spanish women on me, going "despacito" She looking at me funny cause I told her "muy bonito" Got her in my room, now she suck like a mosquito If you fuck with me, catch these hands, call me Deebo You don't know about it bitch, pop out to my districto I got demons running around like they strapped up with an AK If they get too close, I'ma have to pull a Tay-K Boutta go more viral than the tape with Kim and Ray J Shit it's going down, y'all better yell "mayday" Tell me why the best die young There's a war going on, suggest you invest in a gun And a vest for your chest, homies quick to be sprung Cash on Supreme and lean, that shit's got you slumped Y'all sleeping on a boy, call me "Mr. Air Mattress" Bands on my stacks, and they stretching like elastic Take a look at my bitch, yeah she is the baddest Gonna blow up, I'ma make it with this rap shit RIP to Steez, and the shout goes out to Joey You don't fucking know me, so quit acting like we homies I'ma steal your bitch, and I'm finna make her blow me I'm the best in Bluffton, all you rappers are below me Headass, hahaha