I'm tryna rhyme like an expressionist paintings
Made in the 80s like a gangsta ghastly figure saying fuck you pay me
But when I hit the microphone I catch the feeling you hate me
Low key I think I'm hella great so that's the impression that anxiety's making
They sayin chucky black when you rap you be sounding so avant garde
Cause we ain't never seen a nervous nigga out rap quartz
I'm kinda hard like crystalline structures
I'm tryna rupture your salt and move the earth when I walk
I change the game like a fault line its San Andreas GTA'ng for the bacon bout to fix my plate
Like it's a buncha fuckin platelets through the vein of a Jamaican dutty whinin' bootys shakin'
It's the insane cult of Usain bolt
You flinched faster than fiber optics lopsided when you tried to dissed me
USB-C you floppy disky sloppy nigga you can't copy
Cause I'll have to get you really really real with the chopping
I get the impression that impressionist painters think I'm too reckless cause my gold necklace
Dripping like dali and jaws dropping as my words pressed inside of your mental
You feel the pierce to your temple I'm Fibonacci when I'm rhyming like a pantheon temples
Go on and flex in your rental if you think the beat is hot soul food makes instrumentals
I'm free with my strokes I freestyle and make a masterpiece you copy and choke
You couldn't copy and paste all of the magic I make
Like a Canadian accent all I do is get A's
You dropped out of art school were not on the same page
Yo I only spit flames
Yo I only spit flames
Watch me get my ass get famous from smoking you lames