Tha Realness - Linguistics

Who’s the most vicious emcee spitting sickness over verses with ill techniques

My skill speaks, like drill seargeants

I kill squads, is when I spill the hardest

From here to August I’m an artist, far from modest

How many times I promise to harvest in your conscience

Talking shit, constant, 'till you tell me to stop it

In the cockpit I drop hits from here to Compton

I’ll spit on your carpet, using the tip of a shotgun

I’m a monster when I got one, so put up your guard

Spit, but consider wit' caution when I beg your pardon

I’ma bug 'till I rock the garden

My cock is the size of an oxen, there’s no option

I’ma steal oxygen from the planet, and sniff dust off of granite

Rocking a jacket, that lets me transmit, pages of a pamplet

That knocks bandits into plywood, they casket, you bastards

I’m your area, I’ll bury ya

Scarin' ya, full of hesteria

More rabid than a Pitbull-Terrier

I’ll smoke a bit a dope and float like a herrier

I’d say get ready but there is no preparing ya

For the character, against violence

A giant, not using your right to remain silent

You want a rap career?

You can’t have it

Your not O.J., you need to take another stab at it

Sad faggot, when I start to rap and add magic

They gasp at it, like asthmatic crack-addicts

And laugh at at, fanatic estatic rap-static, dap tragic

You’ll get caught up like you’re in bad traffic

Dramatic, traumatic, skillfull syllables

Unkillable

Was fed wack rappers through my umbilical

Still filled with bullshit topics and profit off it

Pocket a lot of dollars while the followers jock it

One of the nicest alive and breathing, still in the lead with this

I’m pleased to leave them bleeding, pleading the fifth

Nobody spits like this anymore

I’m from the underground where clowns get torn apart, it’s the art of war

You want respect you gotta earn it, take it

Don’t expect to get it with Rolex’s or a Lexus

I bet your necklace on my life you won’t win on the mic

By the likes of you faggots it’ll be a tragic sacrifice

After stabbing you twice you’ll be handing your life over

I rhyme colder, freezing time with every line

Use your mind soldier, I keep mine sober

Goes as a lyrical show, the wit, the instincs of a King Cobra

I bring closure with no remorse or remission, the flow is gorgeously sickened

The aura glows in the written’s

I’m spittin' nothing but illness, skill, and resilience

I kill 'em with brilliance, you don’t have to feel this, but still