I ain't never posted on damn block, you can come up with me to the sky cause I'm fly Hancock, baby's hand on this damn cock, turning it on like a fan stopped, on the way to winning this a landslide no election times but I'm lighting up like I'm in electric chair, edision in my mind now, tryna tighten up my knots till the rubber band pop, sling shot it at a muthafucka cause I can't stop, till I need oven mits cause this man's pot hot, in the kitchen thinking up some lines no crack crock pot, brains not corrupt not rot, but green out on my ganja oh my god my blunt got me burnt out Rasta, turn up like some notches to the volume so you hear this monster, kill my verses austa lavista, I mix up my shit I barista this flow, to Korea to kill on my shit, I'm hotter then cherrys when it falls off a cig, then ima pour me up a cup ima take a sip, put me on an fast or slow or a weak or an ill typa beat ima make it sick, king Kong on his ape shit, just tryna get rhymes tight don't care if it's wrong write so many lines it feels like I copped some ice but now in thawed out feel like I'm brought to life, so wicked this witches WIC is lit as a frikin stick of dynamite that's being stood up against a stalagite blow a zip and a half right in front of yo face ending yo damn sight, this superman on his own flight, might pass by Louis lanes and fuck that hole right, he switching the kryptonite now making it his mission to follow through, now his bulbs bright, so fuck shit up raw no Monday night, this bee making his honey right, I slow it down then I speed it up like I'm fucking right, my rhymes like 9 so I'm tucking mine, my chicas fine so I'm sipping her juice like sunny delight, my pucks on ice so I'm whipping stick and I flick at the goal, cause this Midas want gold, aquaman with the flow, and Zeus with the lighting when striking I got up rhyming like riddles, seuss on a Vicodin, hieniken, adderols chasing with helium, hyrdo and gin ,lack of some oxygen mind will spin, Percocets adding then I'll go minus em, off to the garage to huff on some nitrogen, man minds fucked, ain't sipping promethazine but mixing purple passion Bombay and sprite then a blunt and I'm slumped, thoughts like a gun but I gotta keep pumped, forest Gump ima keep running up, seen hella shit been through hell and back no kid ink but now I got my posture up, no posing for the pic though, not the weekend yet but let the antidote go blow the dope out the window, message wrote in blood way I send notes, up the tempo, no wrestling but get me to the big show,like a chea pet let the green grown, volcanoe let my steam blow, heat go, off a pre rolled, putting my shit on the line free throw, treating a beat like my canvas gimme three strokes, and I'm making a masterpiece, don't even have to go faster speed, cause when you say it facts and the accuracy, that's when it gets lavishing, I like all the turn up music but me I prefer to spit out, wisdom and naturally growing, cause I was a damaged tree, hoping, that I could remake myself patchfully, showing, I'm actually opened, to gradually, making a whole new batch of a potion, so I dipped in and sipped it now got rid of packs of emotions now I putting my mower on grass now I'm mowing, that hate shit overthrow it my shoulders was loaded, this boulder was holding me so Barney Flintstone I'm throwing right at the shit