I dropped my most recent record on January 22, 2022. How many different flows you count? Over or under 50 in the one song? Unlike myself, most rappers are dumb, unskilled, uncreative, uninteresting, out of touch, and massively privileged. Remember that I’ve never once used AI technology to craft my published work a single time in any way either. Additionally, I’ve never in my life had another person write a single line for me.
I invite you to try and find a more skilled writer from America that is 34 or older, has multiple college degrees and majors, 15+ years work experience on paper, 1,000+ articles across 6+ publications, multiple records published around the world, a regionally popular website, and is still not being permitted an entry level writing job by companies in their home country of the United States of America. This includes rap, hip hop, music, entertainment, arts jobs, and others. I’m not impressed at all in the slightest, and America owes me a lot of money.
“Nothing can stop me, I’m a zombie
Headshots only, you better pop him in the noggin
They caught the bug, now I’m creepy crawling
It’s a pandemic coming down with the dogma
These sadists could really use a taste of your pharma
Insert an IV in your veins and get shot up
Then link the chains on your legs and your arms on
And stuff a big gag in your mouth and take a flogging
I gotta put you down if you’ve been biting the neighbors
I’m top dog, alpha male, homosapien
White bread, black fish, boy you have no flavor
The whole palate is culturally appropriated
I’m an open book, I’m a magnum opus
We can go line for line if you want to get collated
Roman nose, stone faced, Herculean
I’m an old soul, I feel Me-so-potamia ancient
I’m really over these fat, blobby, bloggers
And the primetime news is mind boggling also
It’s the same on all sides like a rhombus
Like they never grew out of Abercrombie
Meanwhile I’m fighting tooth and nail for knowledge
Going back to college
With a chip on my shoulder, like I’m robotic
Trying not to get my shit pushed in
I’m probiotic, chili jail burrito top ramen
I’m out the mud like a golem
It’d take a big dam to deviate my flow
I’m about my craft like a freemason
No whining, no bodega
I’ll bake you to the bone like a pagan
Nonstop hits like a Drake collaboration
I’m going for gold like it’s 1848 again
Listen to the words from my trachea, my friend
I was never a poster baby
It was a bowl cut in the kitchen and then I shaved it
Uffda, up north cold like Uppsala
I’m trying to roll up with a sweet krumkake
Fight til I’m flying out to Valhalla
Valkyrie and me is the name of the saga
No mula, hood up like a Jawa, a common Mustafa
Sewing my seeds like I’m playing mancala
On the prowl for Nala
Off maca and ashwagandha til I meet Anubis at the gala
Sticking to my guns like a jammed clip
And stay in the right lane like a metro bus
On the come up like a hiccup, no bubble guts
No one-and-done, I’m too stubborn to quit
A real sumabitch and pain in the butt
I’m on the Spectrum but still getting gigs
All down and dirty, Lauren Barnes with the digs
When it come to women, I love a Big 10
I’m from the eastern bloc in my city
Came up Slavic but not with the Bratva
Sandals with socks on, goulash straight out the crockpot
Pigs talking hogwash, gulag or the chop block
You’d be in over your head like a balaclava
I’m cool, kruto, lone wolf, no suka
I’ve been on the hunt for my white whale beluga
Commie cold, in and out of brutalist units
Sharp, I got the edge, I’m cutting up
Bracelet on, off the cuff
I’m a hick but fuck the junk
Love drunk, full of spunk, endorphin flush
I’m stunting like Rob and Big, Ridiculousness, dropping bucket lists
Blunt, I spill my guts and fill my lungs
Fitbit, I hit my runs
Indeed, I make an impression everywhere I work
I’m right and left brained like Spock and Kirk
From open to close, I’m a man of my word
No cheap shot Kirkland slurring
Huginn and Muninn the wyrmen
Honey badger you serpent
Climbing the ladder, for better or worse
Trying to upgrade to my best version
I’m the whole package, Adobe Creative Suite
Salt of the Earth, new age technology
Have you been living under a rock, or you heard of me?
Am I off color, or not enough black and burgundy?
I’m not English a bit but I can Leed
With the horsepower of a herd of steeds
Through fog of war and smoke screens, libs, cons, and inbetweeners
I do a good service
I cast a long shadow how they be lurking
They know I’ll murk them if I see them in person
I got plenty in store, a consumer can merch
I grew up in church
If I didn’t believe in God, I’d be face down in the dirt
And if I died, they’d use me a reason to act hurt or perfect
And come up with reasons I didn’t have self worth
Nothing can stop me, I’m a zombie
Index case, he’s an original problem
They read the script, now they all want to copy
Put you in a cell, perform a forced biopsy
I advise you to find the hero inside of the poppy
Break it down, you don’t need a Svengali
Keep track of your progress and log it
And you’ll be feeling the higher effects of the karma”
Oldboy NBA on da beat. New music coming this year!
My cousin told me about this website, but I’m not sure whether he created this post because no one else understands my issues as well as he does. Thank you; you are very fantastic.