It's showtime
You can't give it up
Go for it, man
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Chasing every frequency that's bad for me
They bounce against my skull and every pattern that could baffle me
My pace could never change, approximated with the snail's toe
Build a different beast or give a fuck just where my tail go
Precipice of levitation decreating, gravity, this medicine is set in
Wait, can't set a date that's grabbing me
I'm ten toes rocking back and forth, no diagnosis
Rhyming for the rhyme and check the scene, won't find a motive
Pull the mask back
You rap cats ain't slick, go find your oil one, Ric Flair
This shit's rare and shadowed hollow foils, I'm not dumb
Try to play me but the game, Polybius
I stuck out on my neck to watch you throw the lamest hissy fit you pissy
Get the picture, we can frame it how you want fly
It's Birdman in the 90s
It's the number one stunner, I could punch your lungs
Crush you with the smoke, you got jokes, boy, been at this half my life
It goes as deep as pop smoke boys
I'm not afraid
I think I'm Marshall with his corny ass, life is but a blink, a subtle wink
And then these 40s pass
That's not a threat
Guile's Sonic boom, I'm trying to pop a jet
My therapist implores that I forgive, but I do not forget
Don't you want to rematch?
Don't give up
Challenge again