Skilled Monster

[Verse]

Full court press, coming up offensive

You all know this shit's about to pop off like pen lids

A bunch of dense kids, you don’t know what a ten is

Boom bap slapstick, backhands to end this

Rhyme scheme's endless so I might seem senseless

A light beam dispenses from my sheet of mentions

Death by note, one breath zygote

Far beyond English, one cannot connote

Flow oh so spicy, he spoke highly

So mighty, breakdown in your own psyche

Icy, what my third eye see likely

All you do is sight see while I leave these mics beat

I might be frightening to those likely typing

Despite me writing nightly they still try me

So, slightly wise to revise your plan a bit

They to demand to spit yet, no one’s a fan of it

Common sense, speeding through with more confidence

A skilled monster, new Persona more confidants

Write best on my sick days, hunger is bottomless

Cough and spit in the lab, mixing all these condiments

Press play, turn full retard when the beat starts

No trick sleeves, I see cards, foes retreat fast

Hoes' thick meat ass for slow and quick outcasts

But so sick that we pass explosive foul bars

It’s like a prison, stone cold with bozos

So, don’t be mad if we dispose all overloads

We know the codes for how to flow the most

Say no to those who're just tryna to know to boast

Coming down like curb stomp

Face it cunt these words bomb, almost an absurd song

I never fall weak, always exert strong forces

Someone spits sicker?

Cunt you heard wrong

Rap historian till the story end

Don’t respect it? The fuck will you do for me then?

Escort me to extort then post-mortem

One-five y-o with the mind of bout forty men

Lay em all dead before them

Tore them to pieces left bodies distorted

Needless to say, of course we were rewarded

Saw four Swordsmen trade liquid swords

Awesome

Tryna get the Gold in this Cold World

Keep a poker face while everyone folds

I’m not much of a curser but imma roll the dice

Bold and nice on the mic spit harder than Dolomites

Classic tales from the mic stand

This shit slaps harder than your dad’s right hand

Bash you to sleep with these beast techniques

They now know the bastard’s old and dirty like Ason Unique

A different argument of Arsonist

Rap representative like a member of parliament

Rate at least 150, bars are marvellous

At least half zealous compel us to make you say you’re jealous

They treat my shit like bad accidents

These mad raps for men haphazardly cause fractured limbs

Fat sacks of shit spouts fad, shunning extravagant adolescents

Gain a sadder presence than depressants

Young dumbass kid with bars to spit

Sprinkled with a little bit of inflamed cartilage

Always attempt to spit the hardest shit

Lyrical executions with the biggest partisan

Young verbalist, not a herbalist

But best believe I smoke these tracks when I’m splurgin this

Can’t stand the turbulence with a merciless Cerberus

I'm too determined bitch, murderous you’re superfluous