I don't need to be flashy to leave you dazzled
Don't need to be fiery to leave your head frazzled
I don't have to spit riddles for you to be baffled
You don't need to be maracas for you to be rattled
Don't need to be an emcee for you to be battled
I'm a fearless king, I don't need to be castled
I'm just doing my thing, I don't need to be hassled
You don't need to be guilty for you to be tackled, tossed to the floor with your hands and feet shackled, arrested for harassing him, he watched you get dragged away as he cackled
Yeah, he's going back to basics, when rap tracks were just rhymes, snares, hats and bass licks, Whoa there! Back up! Don't get in his face chick! He raps with ferocity at velocity in other words the pace quick, place bricks of cocaine on the back of freight ships, eight trips from Mexico to supply the Great Brits, straight sips vodka while they listen to his raps, hoping that their fates flip
Got plots to throw potshots, call your bitch a hot thot or whatnot, he'll fly by in his private jet while he watches your yacht rots
"I see the line in the sand" his rhymes in demand, ripping through rappers and holding their spines in his hands and just because he caused some damage, the government tried to fine him a grand? Bozos must be drunk on power like they got wine in their glands
I don't need to be flashy to leave you dazzled
Don't need to be fiery to leave your head frazzled
I don't have to spit riddles for you to be baffled
You don't need to be maracas for you to be rattled
Don't need to be an emcee for you to be battled
I'm a fearless king, I don't need to be castled
I'm just doing my thing, I don't need to be hassled
She doesn't need to be married for her to be straddled, on the bed grappled, unclothed and saddled, wiping cum off her tits while his dick is being waggled
Ripped straight from Doyle's playbook, he recorded a video of it and showed it to him like "hey look!" Made him say "shucks! You got the pretty girl and you made her pay bucks!?"
Damn straight! This ain't a charity, when it comes to sex work, he's all about parity, he told her that with clarity, don't question his morality
Rhymes flipped like pancakes, mics gripped like hand shakes, his popularity blipped like bank rates but at least he's still dripped in brand makes
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Evolution
PoetryEvolution is a natural part of life, not only has my logo evolved over time, but so has my lyricism and of course I myself have evolved as well! So in this project, I want to showcase some of my evolution by both revisiting classics from the past an...
