Cold Streets - Ayden

I’m semi psychic so I see the future when I’m writing

Verses like my head’s igniting

Can’t help but get excited

I’m shedding light but it’s frightening

Like I’m sending lightening right inside your crib

When I touchdown I go in like Vikings

Or maybe Titans, Lions, Giants or Bears

I’m an animal attacking these bastards and I ain’t scared, yeah

A rhyming tyrant, retiring in a year

Oh you smiling now, you fucker, I’m lying, I’ll still be here

I’ll be 48 scoring like I’m 49ers I swear

Killing corny fake rappers with horny dimes in my ear

Clear!

That’s what the doctors gonna say before they try to save you

That’s how your brain’s gonna feel from the bars I gave you

That’s what I do to dudes

I put them through a flame drenched hoola hoop

And move it around their neck until they lose their cool

Shit

Who am I?

Nigga who are you?

Y’all little guys

Sha Stimuli bitch!