lyrics:- spittin rhymes and create bars was never a challenge yall saw a lil of my flow , but now imma showcase my talent i didnt wanna go hard and cause massive damage when i get on any beat , all fraud asses panic yall dont wanna see me spittin that lava lika a volcanic irroption , the curroption from one man on the planet barz vs. flows vs. beats ? now this shit is my package any typa commpetter yall give me , imma unleash my savage now im finna hoe yall , with them cold blooded bars after this event , lotta ppl finna have scars , and be sent to boulevard i gotta keep it hundred i gotta hustle hard anyone can catch these flames on this card yall finna be bringin body guards , but bring a mic instead cuz at the end of the event yall gon be dead we aint need mumble trappers we need hip hop heads now im out here bangin rappin workin hustlin for the grean bread thats what i learned back in hip hop midetarian school i followed the seven rap commadments and i wasnt a fool be like me sippin on juice and gin , coke and hen writin with a subliminal pencil , a pad and a pen i am a lyrical risin individual tons of potentiol up in this maricale , unfortently its unvisible to these whack rappers , bring dat ass back rappers now im finna snap on rappers , now im finna clap on rappers i say shame on these rappers , imma throw my flames on these rappers imma fuck them all up and finish them throwin acid rain on these rappers fuck up these rappers , every rapper should bust up these rappers everyone should be tuckin them hammers handin them to clappers to throw all the finishers on these rappers fuck trappers hold up i aint finish yet i aint let go untill i get the respect i should get i took them rhymes and flows to a qhole new depth i aint finished my booklyt and imma let yall follow step by step