Yo, listen
I call this my shuttered up freestyle ‘cause it’s a lot of people that be
Acting like my new direction means I don’t still have the old direction
That’s kinda crazy, listen
Rapademics was like, what, seven years ago
But listen, it’s innate, I am that cat, I choose this new direction
So after you hear this freestyle, I want you to just do what I said, shut it up
‘cause that rapper can resurface any time I want him to
Listen

When the end of the world comes, I’ll be up in The Hamptons
Chilling in a cabin, [?]
Contemplating on my rapping
With the kind of concentration you would need in a concentration camp when they catch ya
The flyest rapper flier than Dracula
In the back of a spacecraft when he transform to a bat and stuff
Global warming in Africa
I draft a paragraph for ya hot enough to melt all the snow in Canada
I make it hard for your manager to manage ya
Like walking downstairs with little balance in a bannister
How these amateurs get clams enough to challenge us
When candid cameras ain’t fast enough to capture us
Faster than camera flashes that flash on us
The way I gas you nuts, you swear that I had [?]
It’s no telling what I’m thinking
You can only tell it when I spell it with my ink pen
The elephant is pink in this dining room
I must have dined with shrooms
It’s either that or I’m deep and that my eyes in tuned
I’m writing tunes, standing next to Isaac’s tunes
My lines and grooves enough to make his life resume
I spit priceless jewels, the type that fools won’t even like
They choose living they life like coons
Aristocrat with the track
Scripting draft paragraph, the a lithograph
O is to rap what Monk is to jazz
‘hotep to math or coke is to crack, dag
I spew styles out rarely with a foul mouth and I found vowels other rappers wanna sound out
Underground sound like Bis in a mau mau
I spit what is the opposite of the countdown
CB4, they started putting clowns out
We recording albums, pushing ours out
We be on for days ’til they ours now
Few db’s more, these frauds will get drowned out