228 - Vasko

Bad to the bone, I’m cold

I don’t ever cap but you can bet that I’m writing in bold

You’ll never be heavy in the game like a bar that’s golden

I got golden bars, when all of yours are stolen, uh

Writing for 7 years now, I’m 16

In a few years, I will have been the best MC to ever spit on the scene

My flows so supreme, lyrics pristine like I’ve mouthwashed febreze

You’ll see

If it comes to ozones, I’m higher

Striking like diamonds

I’m too hot for ice, thy melt off

Count on building, not moving bricks or being on the block

Know I hitchd up skill levels and I’m not cocking any Glocks

Rappers chat cash, still making bangers, I ain’t got much ATM

I’m amazing with the pen

Drop a great one just every now and then

Won’t stop rap till death

I’m goat level like Krept

So hot like a solar

Control the game like a stroller

Flows hot and cold just like its bipolar

But I don’t do ye, all these bars I dish out like souffle

When I enter the booth, I make MCs vacate

I’m serious, no JME

Seeking it, not lazy

Speaking bars, they’re crazy

Rappers say they’re in their bag but there seems to be holes in it

Bars living in my head, rent free and I ain’t controlling it