Yeah, when I’m the mic I spit fire I’m melting the studio then I get fired, take a seat to hear this beat, I’m warning you, you’ll feel the heat, these are my lyrics I don’t cheat, if anyone wants to join I’m happy to be a feat, these bars are mine not from a sheet, this is a single not with a fleet, the call me double M for a reason we dropping fire beats in the northeast region, never been in a rap battle that makes me unbeaten, these bars aren’t messy they don’t need neatened, I don’t really like steak but, on these bars I’ll put seasoning, this cliff is steepening and deepening as we are speaking, downstairs I’ll be sneaking, this stair creaking and squeaking, I’m almost a teen, I’ll still spit fire as it’s appearing, my verses sense greatness nearing new rap is what I’m pioneering, these bars are what I’m engineering,