The perfect music machine, mechanical being
The most lyrical, digital streams, the world has ever seen
The slugs rain from the sky, it’s like the angels want me to die
They push me harder, ‘cause they want me to try
A pit-bull off the leash, barking speech
Like a bull in a pit, lifting you off your feet
I feel like the world is mine, I could park in the street
Kick the worlds illest rhyme, police officers weep
People laying on the concrete, exhausted from heat
Watching John Kerry spit over some Michael Moore beats
This is a little something that my repertoire boasts
I’m almost, was in control of all coasts
I gave the fans rhymes to quote, they all dope
Total lyrical landslide. Give me all votes