No Clue

[Verse 1]

This that, black liquorice delicious shit

I'm in this shit to win this shit

Just give me a minute, special edition trying to rap with a lisp

Or a speech impediment that's peddling faster than Lance did

No need for a second glance kid

Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder

I strike lightning and rhyme thunder

I'm the real ninth wonder

The other eight of 'em fall even when they see my name

I bring the pain and keep it constant like permanent dismay

This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes

And with open ears just concentrate on this musical vibe

I take you through the years, and take you back another century

When rap was never meant to be

To be or not to be is not the question I mean that honestly

But honestly I don't cuz you other faggots were never part of the prophecy

But probably you know because I took it over like Constantine

At the age of seventeen I got the meanest regime

Poetry machine, carmina machina I speak the language of the gods

You lacking flow like menopause

But you acting like a bitch on her period you'd benefit from gauze

So you can hold the applause, pause

Until I school these silly bulls with my syllables

My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable

Your bitch just wet her unmentionables

I got a thirst that's unquenchable

Better go find something else that's sensible

My music is sentimental when killing these instrumentals

My potential is detrimental and my flow is consequential

I'm something mental killing all these weak ass rappers

Let me check your credentials I'm acting exponential

*Fuck*

*You can probably just leave that it sounded kinda cool*

[Verse 2]

My rhymes will make your skull split

Phatter than that bitches britches, busting at the seams and shit

Cripple when you hear me starring beats like I'm an asterisk

This track I remixed and mastered it

I'm not a pacifist but you faggots have asked for it

So never send it back at me

I know that life can be a bitch just like bad acne

Go ahead and throw your raps at me

They never phase me faggot I just

Save you maggots like I'm Julie "The Cat" Gaffney

I'm baffling, every single rapper to make a request

Actually gets hung from the rafters

I'm like Bruce Banner so where are your manners

You won't like me when I'm angry

I'm lanky but I'm swinging like a New York Yankee

You can thank me later

For now I'm just writing rhymes on this paper

I got my paper in tapers

Sending these rappers to their makers

Making or breaking ties

I'm contemplating these lies

Never wear a disguise

I see the prize through my eyes, surprise

I see the size of you other guys

You're small fries and none of 'em wise

You're just a bunch of spies

And that's the reason I despise you flies

The sky is falling from the highest of highs

Now that's a great demise