if i got somethig to say/ on this trap music i'm gonna do that in my way/ you could switch me for a hard MC who lays/ and spits rules on this Rap game/ i'm not yelling for success on these clay-mores/ cause they can explode right in your face/ in this place, there are mare rapper who dreams a label so they pray/ for that lyrics to appears on MTV and maybe to win some grammy award/ while i keep spitting, my inital are DC, what's my sick alias? i'm not gonna tell you in these lyrics, so keep hitting your last Microphone/ if you got rhymes to reproach me, you can make it with a magic tone/ leat's hear it, i'm gonna wait for it/ by giving some diss to your last rapping mo/ i'd like to be rude in these critics/ maybe with emotions to make it soft/ Maybe i got to reserve some punchline for those bars/ cause i feel sexy if i do that with rithm, and i want to make it, cause/ i wanna make shake your body and your head back and fort/ don't get this rithm to do something iller while i avoid the writer block/ cause i got many rhymes to flick on yourself with my living poetry book/ no autotune on my words and it's should nice to get back to school/ while i keep pushin' hardly on those Mic's maybe by not smoking on em/ cause i'm cleaning my life/ and washing my sins as well i can blasting my verses, like that? give me a reason which i got to slow down this rap/ do you find this an evil twin? no will is meant to be rude as you can think/ i'm right here to make reborn myself/ and who's hearing this clapping thing/ while i keep blasting my limits on this runway i just wanna take off, serious? yess i'm homie, relax take it easy, are you gettin nervous on this musical trip? gonna be tired? nevermind, i'm gonna leave here my full saliva and singing many punchlines on these bloody lines by wearin my rap hat and hittin' this fire/ #trap