#E_R_A My flow fresh Like my breath Or a fish just put to death You can’t swim or stay afloat If you did I’ll flush the bowl Fuck em all This a cash pool For some asshole With a trash song That’s all Hit the play son For the same sound Cus these rappers aint artists How you switch the flow and pitch and spit the most His wit unusual So you should know The future holds The cease to all professionals These rappers sleep like vegetables Wake em up fresh start and all They nodding off it’s sad enough They fucking with the genre yall Killing talent like fentanyl Fuck these words I’m well aware I’m half asleep I’m barely here Fresher than a polar bear Upon a mountain atmosphere Breathing in the coldest air