Overdrive
On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2 When I spit on the mic my rhymes go into overdrive. Working overtime when I'm spitting these sober rhymes. My mouth is like the motor I use to shift into my next gear. Like I said I'm gonna be even better next year. I'm the best here, there's no one on my level. Haters tremble when I spit songs they remember. The beat I often dismember. Leaving an honest gesture. Haters who come for me are honestly a Jester. A clown who makes a fool of themselves. My rhyming has gotten better. So you know I don't understand when people still try to hate. Rapping lyrics till I'm 98. My skills make them fly away out of fear and doubt. Who tried to one up me here for clout. I keep it real and I'm proud of how I've improved this year and now my level of skill is high up near the clouds. On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2 I'm always coming in first place in my race car. I'll never settle for second I'm not as lame as they are. Going fast at my pace that's far greater than they could ever achieve. Spitting lyrics that are never clean. Haters got fake bars. They wish they could reach 1% of my power. And for for every person I devour I gain even more strength that I'm certain to empower. Hide behind the curtains and cower if you see this lyrical beast that eats words for hours with ease and then comes back to clean up the scene indeed leaving worthless doubters in suprise and sad. Because they were wrong about me so they might as well put the fries in the bag. As they cry and gag I'll be laughing my ass off as I watch them die with swag. Leaving me alone at the top. I killed them off till their flows stopped. On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2
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On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2 When I spit on the mic my rhymes go into overdrive. Working overtime when I'm spitting these sober rhymes. My mouth is like the motor I use to shift into my next gear. Like I said I'm gonna be even better next year. I'm the best here, there's no one on my level. Haters tremble when I spit songs they remember. The beat I often dismember. Leaving an honest gesture. Haters who come for me are honestly a Jester. A clown who makes a fool of themselves. My rhyming has gotten better. So you know I don't understand when people still try to hate. Rapping lyrics till I'm 98. My skills make them fly away out of fear and doubt. Who tried to one up me here for clout. I keep it real and I'm proud of how I've improved this year and now my level of skill is high up near the clouds. On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2 I'm always coming in first place in my race car. I'll never settle for second I'm not as lame as they are. Going fast at my pace that's far greater than they could ever achieve. Spitting lyrics that are never clean. Haters got fake bars. They wish they could reach 1% of my power. And for for every person I devour I gain even more strength that I'm certain to empower. Hide behind the curtains and cower if you see this lyrical beast that eats words for hours with ease and then comes back to clean up the scene indeed leaving worthless doubters in suprise and sad. Because they were wrong about me so they might as well put the fries in the bag. As they cry and gag I'll be laughing my ass off as I watch them die with swag. Leaving me alone at the top. I killed them off till their flows stopped. On the mic I shift into overdrive. Working extra hard you know I go into overtime. I shift into the next gear when sprinting around the track and I'll be even better next year. X2