I feel the gravity to the beat its tragedy
Everytime I write I kill a wiggas family
Dont feel triggered no agony
Just be happy this is verbally
Spittens working hopefully earning
yerning
For sky high sky scraper paper
To bury a mc and get pee am the under taker
Like your favourite team they under lakers
Like pirate I irate for plunder
To me that be
Thundercat featuring on a track
Id have a relapse if kendrick wrote back
I swear I devote the quotes and all that
When I attack I never hold back your whack
Like assassin Washing away in a basin all my hate basin
Leaving no trace
Fiending for pace in race to alienate lace
With mace melt the glacier of all rap pers
let mother nature take place here
Im from the earth from her dirt
So yeah
Think about that
Thinking ya whack
Derailing ya tracks
Handle tha facts
Stick to ya trap
So my under layered pieced of paper
Its in your favour to not play the player
To not roast the baker I’m the creator
See ya later yeah I’m Taylor
stitching and sewing all of these poems
Its seems your seems torn your team worn out
Your nout I shout
Get the fuck out
you pout
You cant think of shit
Am English lit
A English brit
You speak finish hurry an finish
You cant extinguish
al Dimmishing the twinkling
In your eyes
you Laying down al arise
so Old and bold so wise
So try prise these ties
