I'll blow you up and fold ya,

I'll blow you up and fold ya, like the ole Ayatollah, I hold you while I control ya, like an old controller, joystick ya dumb b****, I got a story to pitch, like baseball on Atari, y'all ain't seeing my hits, I got incredible spit, notorious and glorious, functional and fabulous, your attention I'm grabbing it, but most just ain't having it, and that's just unfortunate, I'm employing you to download, and spread it on the low, all I need is a chance, the climb up from down below, like I say stuck in Babylon, it is hell in this hole, nobody seems to know, till I hit you with the flow, your mouth opens, and you're hoping he don't go, functionally fit, to yell bite scream and stick most y'all sound like, you got an AI fix, fixated robotically mated, and I hate it, but you pay for your views, so it looks like you make it, but you really living lame, while you claim that you made it, that is not a hot one, that lady boy that you dated, extremely innovative, Temu chains are really shiny thangs, I blind them with the bling, of what I say and I sing, I ain't gotta be seen, how completely obscene, it's a waste of your energy, climbing upstream, say it makes you harder, and completely extreme, I haven't made it to the top, but not, cuz I ain't trying, working hard and never lying, that's just who I am, I'm frying MCs when I'm breathing the fire, a spit flame so insane it'll make you expire, the words give ya heat, and ya start to perspire, I wonder if you're feeling me now, I do inquire, the Creed of my ways, is to take ya higher, you cannot take me down, if you scheme and conspire,