Ain't got no gender, but they call me the middle man
I go with the flow, off top, I got little plans
Silly little sycophants
Stick to being fuckin fans
I don't really give a damn little man
Got a different style every time I decide to show up
Complicate your mind with these rhymes it's boutta blow up
Used to be fine with side lines, now that's a glow up
Sure you get views online, but bro your flow suck
It's really a sign of the times
When these stupid kids try to be rhyming
No effort whenever you right
Can't even fit the timing
Don't even try, get undermined
Career is dying
Your little mind, is prolly fried
I hear it crying
Yea you wish you had flows like this bitch
Do what I love and I killed this shit
Yea you wish you had flows like this bitch
Do what I love and I killed this shit
Break kids necks with a sample and a break beat
Think I'm a game with the way you try to play me
My words works of art so these bitches try to play me
Thwip and spit a quip, like my last name was Raimi
Oops! I meant Maguire, you've been preaching to the choir
I've been steady spitting fire in these loogies
Bitch sue me
Why you acting choosey
Temper short just like Uzi
My music is eternal
While you're taking up rehearsal time
I'm jumping over hurdles
Sure I'm nerdy like I'm Urkel
But I'm hot like Jaleel
Hot like the wheels
Hot enough to burn steel
Like bitch you can't deal
With this shit cuz its far too glorious
Do what I love and I'll be victorious
Yea this shit is far too glorious
Do what I love and I'll be victorious