O. Savant
No matter what they say, they can’t stop us from being forward
Listen, if it’s one thing I’ve learned, you can’t buy passion, but you can definitely sell it
Let’s go

They say you don’t get a second chance at a first impression
So every verse I’m sketching, I make my words electric
The most eccentric, and you thought Kendrick was artsy
My bars be quicker than RC cars be, all speed
’til they tried to falsely charge me, Cosby, cause be what loyalty cost me
Salty, like these saltines when Kanye snatched the blonde babe’s day and gave it to ‘yonce
I know some things are beyond say, but I’m not beyond saying the things that I think
I probably need a shrink
I’ve been looking for links on Bing, but everything on the screen seems to shrink
But please refrain from extreme dreams of chinks
In my armor to try to make me a goner like Chinx
Or bashing us like activists throwing ink on minks
These are all no-no’s equivalent to the Sphinx
Magnificent, infinite wisdom I spit to beats
The history of the dope guy from distant reach
Different mysteries, fly like Mr. Reeves
And emcees cease to breathe, they get the wreaths
Sent to they home while family is bereaved
You get the grave, they get to grieve
I spit putrid decay, I’m missing teeth, nasty
For dudes to today who do not read, crafty
None of ‘em can catch me
Gingerbread man feeder hopped out of the pan
See I hopped out of my pants [?] and like it was a track-meet
When me and the track meet, I butcher it, I attract meat
I attack beats, f beats, I behead beats
Forget child support, I love dead beats
I resurrect beats to disrespect beats then sentence ‘em to death to beat to death beats, peace