I’m beyond a Polaroid son, I’m Digital like the Underground
I Shock G’s with my thunderous rap, and Poseidon tsunami sound
Crashin waves of deep lyrics, wack emcees be drownin in my rhymes
I only spit real life parables, you tell it fake like the New York Times
Shakeet asphyxiate any lame lyricist, watch how these dummies get smothered
Prolif might spit one good bar if he pay attention and ‘Listen’ like Little Brother
Word to mothers, headnods to undercovers
But I save my best rap for your girl who wanna be my only lover
And don’t let me drop an album dawg, I’d freeze the Billboards like Iceman
Shoot to number one faster than Spring Breakers fly to Cancun’s white sands
Aiiyo you getting slaughtered like Native Americans by European white hands
But I’m humble, so I’d let you join my tour and be the worlds most PROLIFic hype man
You got the recipe right, you stink like vinegar, and your sodium rap bad for my heart
I get holistic and herbal with my scriptures that reach your spirit and let the mind get sparked
I’m the light in the dark, the lamp for yall wannabe emcees to follow
Shakeet spit automatic heat like an AK but my points is never holow
I’ve lost count on how many rounds you been knocked out, a lyrical T.K.O.
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