Bartek

who dun shot him!
there's a tek on the scene!!!
well, who don provoked him,
yeah, i put him under the influence of the ocean,
ya deep in the flow,
lil pop you need to be stopped, rather dropped,
rap ain't got space for kids, this game is hot,
you bout to face hard luck, a slap, from the soul of my timbs, ruff and rugged,
never wash em, cause dirt dry and fall off like you rappin,
all this before you even started, are you eager to face the gauntlet,
well, i ain't got that, but i got facts, and you stretched your arms too long,
slap you back like elastic, i feel like your substitute, where yo teacher at?
i'll be investigatin ya raplet like matlock,
lock your rap welcome mat up in my attuc, i don't let in but i let up,
you elevatin, until you hear the end of my broom stick wakin you up,
time to dust my think tank, ya flow is dead like a blood stained ice rink,
or a blown up tank that was soviet, either way you so cold when you face a vet, so called influence,
you plain russian roullette wit the flow,
in case you wonderin, this a War and ya Cold,
droplet, i don't have time for lil bets,
trust me, your flow is a long away from grown, stop it,

Influence

Your rhymes are obese... PHAT in alllll the wrong places...
This is advance placement and your work’s half ass adjacent
I’m the optimal...
You the fag in the hospital
Describing girls as your imperial obstacle
Getting your ass sent to you
Yeah, you’ve handled a few
Straight to your mandible
Your shits intangible
It ain’t radical
Your lyrics wish for a reason to be natural
Phat rhymes that cast a narrow shadow
I’m the eagle... you the sparrow
Extract the helium from your halo
To choke you
Ready to provoke you
Ayo... watch me pass bar like determined law students
As your rhymes stay prudent
My words keep the moon lit

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983