"A dot—no comparison
Rap Thomas Edison. Arrogant
God son flow. Rhymes heaven sent
Braggadocio, while they Pinocchio when flowing over instrumentals
If I said it, best believe I meant it
‘cause my sentences be ventilation statements
Press breaking. Half baked. No smoker; still eating; have cake
Cream rises—
I am where I am—no surprises
Dream shake like Hakeem—stay posted—no denying I’m defiant
Miami Vice; Sonny squealing tires
Weight’s up—I’m the Jolly Green Giant with the science

They feebler than the Keebler’s, hide in trees—so sweet
Want beef like vegans, so we simply won’t meet
Can’t speak. We don’t even eat off the same dishes
They dying for some fame. We don’t have the same wishes
Don’t do the same business
Go live—pour up
You sell a bit; I’m celibate—I gives no fucks
Sell none, either. Hail one Teacher
Fail? Won’t ever. Tales so clever

Author like Chaucer, be the saucer in the sky
That they swear they saw flying with the lights whizzing by

Gemini [Jim and I]—put it on the Finn like Huck—
For my Niggas who would get it, either spill or throw it up

No colors. No gang ties. Just words
I was speaking on the stars, and the moon just occurred

Pit-bull
Spit full clips, bullshit? No never
Ill state, still. Go getter
Chill, no sweater—they better button up
I’m in a button down, bow tie, summing up
Like, “In conclusion
No confusing, me for you or you
I’m not doing
What you cats call ‘rap,’ I call trash
And what y’all fans call ‘hot’ I call ‘gas.’

Can’t fuck with A dot. I must brag
If you’ve been schooled, this’ not the same class
If you’ve not read, it’s still the same book
But not the same page, and not the same look

Dot’s the same guy that told you ‘don’t speak’
Then gave you no doubts your flow was on E

I’m gone teach—I’m telling you, ‘hands down.’
Grand Prize Game was played by those clowns

The Bozo Show, that’s sold on hope—
Could have a needle in they vein and still won’t know dope

Introducing—back from never leaving—
The critically acclaimed, recognized, never even

Fire breathing, Midwest beast in
5’6” frame, plus flame still leaking
Still plain speaking. Raps woo ladies
Nine deep. Tang like booze. Euphrates…
In denial is where I leave all my rivals
Prey like a predator, while they praying for their survival.”

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