Yo, Savantism the B forward slash we do this every year March 11th that’s my birthday eheh ahhhhh, alright we gon’ get into some lyrics real quick check it out

Now I don’t care if you a thug or not I’m a juggernaut
Raised by a queen not no mothaf*ckin’ thot
Kneel in the presence of a god
My pop is described as Bach and my aunt [?]
Now let’s thicken the plot, how sick is Savant?
So sick I think you need to go get him a doc
Got me a thingamajig I think I’ma bring to the spot
Case these devils’ll plot while I’m sleepin’ on a cot
Call the cops, I should be in the back of a paddy
Goin’ viral without the [?] rappin’ for [?]
Watch it spiral, all these actors in rap cramming
For all my interviews to study my past sadly
It’s too late you tried to be the new Drake
In a room with Two Face and you ain’t even Bruce Wayne
Picture that with a Nikon, n*gga you don’t wanna rap wit’ a icon
Why? ‘cause I’m, rigor mortis to these bigger artists
Spittin’ garbage on 808s the kids they target
Nowadays they claim anybody can write a verse
But can anybody body a track and take ‘em to church?
The high priest of hot beats and cold flows
Emit heat that can deplete the ozone
The ozone is its own zone along gone
I’m long gone from all you microphone clones
N*gga please I’m everything you wish to be
A simulation of history of sick emcees
A dog that’ll sick emcees over ’80s beats
With a silver coat and serrated teeth
I’m easily this generation’s Cecil B
Plus I’m past veteran stats so there’s no need to be
Out here spreadin’ [?] letters [?]
You don’t know what it means to me see
I wake up early in the morning and I find myself
Sometimes wantin’ to be somethin’ beside myself
I get besides myself thinkin’ I can be cordial
I’m not normal and this was told to me by the oracle
Spiritual, in a day dude’ll take a year or two
Lyrical, spit a way that you would say’s a miracle
This can’t be music, images so vivid
I’m spittin’ pictures as if this sh*t was Stanley Kubrick
I’m shinin’, subliminal words I make digital
Make difficult sh*t n*ggas do look typical
Ladies say my flow is diggable like I’m in the [?]
You can try but you will tire like a inner tube
I got a Philly crew so what you gon’ really do?
Not a damn thing stop bein’ silly fool
O’hene Savant Multimedia
Multimillionaire flow, Scotty beam me up