NiceWithThePen

Seeping deep in the cut... I ain't happy till the speakers are up.. Optimus Prime, rocking em' lines, and they're diesel as fuck... So all were missing is Michael Bay, n' all them explosions... No CGI, all reality in plausible motion... No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern... Weaving bombs in a neat pattern. You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering... A controversial slang... sit or play up, I gotta lay up like Kirko Bangz... Nothing but net that will blow your brain out like Kurt Cobain's... Sitting on the La' La' La', with my pilot on Purple Planes... While they're trying to figure me out... It's not like I keep triggers... No peace, got beats if I wanna ruin you weak niggas... If you're not thinking big enough, you're simply not in my league... Got liquid metal pumping through my I.V Thai' weed... make my fucking eyes Chinese... Cop like 5g's... then it's off to work.. dropping p...

I got punch schemes, that can't be replicated... I defecate it... with extra weight, they debate where the pressure gauge is... I'm fucking off of my Rocker... Illness, gotta talk to a doctor... The thoughts that I have, are like jots adrenaline shots of vocab, locked in a lab. I even talk like a mad. The doctorate had, my texture makes it awkward to jab... One shot, like an amateur boxer, you're getting knocked on your ass! Brought the future to life, made sure that it was not in my past... At first, that path wasn't audible, that's because of all the talking in class... But now I am a monster, bolts in the neck with 100 volts that can jolt you to death... a focus to step out of normal parameters to make sure the approach is correct... With such subtle movements when the flow will connect... Ones you can't motion detect... emotions eject the folks on the net... I can't be blamed... catching lames... with raps that are straight up detachin...