I’m gon build my world than burn it down like flame on napalm

Just some kid from Avon and I write these raps with crayon

Hey john good you slow it down a bit and make your lyrics loud for it

Yeah I’m always down to flex and show my mental power set

Gas leak lighter sparker

A.K.A a fire stater

Tryna reach my goals and if I don’t I guess I’ll try it harder

Jumping on the track like a double Dutch rope

Bout to snap like a crack fiend running out of dope

I’m a youngin with the flow to show these mainstream rappers

That been struggling with mumbling that saying things faster

Is a benefit

And I won’t even charge man
I’ll do it for the hell of just improving their bars

Cause I’ll be honest the stuff I’m hearing doesn’t show promise

I ain’t hating though

But I don’t know it kinda sounds odd

When the rappers on the radio all sound raw

In the wrong way

Like a steak that’s been flambeau’d

Cooking in the lab but on a low setting hot plate


[Rambling]

My bars are weapons packing heat

I’m charging up my batteries

I believe I rap elite I’m way past battling

Even if I wasn’t I’d destroy A rapper tragically
It’s like I assault the track the way that I attack a beat

Every song I write is like a jerry can of gasoline

When grip the mic and spit a rhyme I spark it tactically

I’m the hardest author

Guess I’m just a fire starter

Let me stress that I’m the best

Cause my mind is sharper