Hello! Can I have the attention of the class! This is 1L3550N, and I’ve been doing better than ever in my life since depression. Coincidence that viral recession started when my birthday was in session? I think not. These rappers think they hot but they really thought cuz I’m the 1 & they 800 why can’t they get their own hotline? This game a drag, and these MC’s catch my dust and cigarette butt as I beeline to the finish. My progress does not diminish, someone call the suicide hotline cuz these foos getting in my drag lane can’t even drive a straight line. I like my women like my wine, fine. I’m the red one but I’ll be the six if they be the nine. I don’t neglect her when I take her out to dine but I will kick a ho out the limo and get down with the blonde chauffeur if I got no use for her... My middle finger won’t go down, how do I wave bye? People ask how I can sleep at night after hearing the screams of MC’s when they die. I’ll tell you why, it cuz when I looked darkness in the eye, I didn’t blink, I said hi! Then I let the darkness inside and we became 1. So hot, why walk on water when I’m the first 1 to walk on the sun? I’m second to none, I don’t need a gun. My mama told me to watch the words I say cuz I might eat em later, she also told me not to play with food on my plate. That’s why I like wordplay, you’re mind’s concentrated on the word: play? Wasn’t it? Going green requires burning all these trash (w)rappers in a recycling factory. The election is rigged, vote for me. God sent me here to save the planet why they dissing me? I hope my parents from Krypton are proud of me. Their bullets bounce off my suit coat like I’m John Wick with a symbiote. It’s worthy to note that a cap can and will kill you. *gunshot* Straighten up my suit and tie. I am everything fly in a tie combined. Bonnie and Clyde, 007 and Em in 02 to name a few. Notice the only lyrists in there is me. Spelled backwards. *chuckle* I got the game down like Russian Roulette, you first, why you upset? It’s just a Glock. Look at the clock, this game is all ABC’s when ya girl is on my D. Now I gotta go prime my cock and get a plastic sock, have fun with being strapped with your temple to my Glock. *gunshot* It’s pretty simple to be lyrical and people doubt me like I’m Jesus trying to perform a miracle. Trust me, the girls will be hysterical and having no privacy might be terrible if I murder more people on the beat like Ivan the Terrible, my lyrics don’t sit well, they want to give me a chair and I tell them give a throne. I eat them up to the bone, I’m ready to pown, in my Throne of Sorrows I sit here with Constance as my footstool. All of you are fish, now there’s a shark in the pool, fools. *** Did I say I was done? This is the first impression session and I’m the only one from a Venomized dimension. Watch my ascension like HITMAN on a mission. The mood is switching when I step into the kitchen. If I’m not first I’m last, I get hit on more than Naruto trying to pass a ninja class. Haters exes, hoes and bars miss me when they pass. Dregs run up on me I cut off their legs. I own the feds, I am code red, more dominant than the Walking Dead, and don’t need to worry about getting caught with these meds. *cure COVID* I always wonder why everyone has been mad at me at present, they hate on me worse than the President, perhaps they don’t like me winning as a precedent. I am the 1 incident everyone is trying to choke out and make look like an accident. I always make a dent when I pop a 40, the cops really don’t like gunshots in the morning. Nevertheless I spit bars trippier than Rick and Morty. When I spit I make my enemies feel like a shorty. Stacking cash faster than the Flash, I listened to some of y’allz tracks looking for the real lines. You better hide your cache cuz I was disappointed with your crack lines and want my money back. Saving the planet, going green, nothing but static and electricity what do I got from the recycling factory? I’m am death, the Shinigami about to fold the world up like an origami, making waves like a tsunami and breaking open heads like a mad scientist performing lobotomies. My ascent is like a zombie floating from a submarine at the bottom of the sea. But my voice is as clear as can be! Welcome me! I’m gonna raze it all and raise the burnt roof. Screw Redrum and the words on the mirror against the wall. Go ahead, separate the greatest from the least. I’m a lyrical beast, on the rise like yeast. Code Red! I’m like Jesus with this bread let’s have a feast! *Beat by WICKED BEATS on BandLab. This was my entry to the EMPRESSME contest. Enjoy~*