And truly I’m a hot rapper
Rhymes weight a not backwards, got the spot plastered
Rebuilt and remanufactured, can you capture
The man in the physical, stamp you past the grandest stature

I’m 5’9’’ like Ryan Montgomery, trust its
The G and I’m so hungry, my keyboard is rusted
So I talked it over with my peoples, and they all confirmed
That I’m sick and left them disgusted, good thing I discussed it

It’s been the fire, suspend the liar, but does the preacher defend the choir after the devils bend the wire?
My poetic questions scare me like Miley Cyrus with thin attire
On a roll like students who invented tires, get acquired

And I’ve been writing rhymes since like the 4th grade
Basketballs shorts paved my gusto in a course shade
And you might have to pause the track after that
To learn you something new, I’m Shakespeare with a ball cap

All that, keep growing like Shakes beard, out the Blu
I get a feeling that I can take years and approve

That we can be blessed-times, have the best rhymes
Because I’m God Self Born, that’s my GS9

I got a problem with you players, why they robbing all the flavors and you jacking all the styles God
I can tell how you sneak. Not by how you lookin’ when you frown but how you lookin’ when you smile God
Huge percentage of these cats with they weak handshakes and they frail ass ways of having conversation
Leads me to knowing that they ain’t really got truth behind the words that they proceed to be saying
And don’t get me started on rappers in mainstream I swear it’s the same thing
One corny flow, all of these producers got one drum kit no reason to change things
Lawd, but watch me flip it up on the one
Coming in clean and me shine like de sun
Always tough with de rhyme no need to bus a gun
But me lick two shot of the Puerto Rican Rum
Got a pretty foul way to explain how the brain transfigures
The mind builds pillars that are strong as grapheme; blast spleens catch beams of the rays I deliver, its okay to different
No fixing a broke mission, I came a long way from giving stroke to a ho vixen
Now I’m so dope that I be flipping a whole chicken and converting that back so the feigns have no interest to go fishing
I specifically smoke izm, to hell with getting drunk till I can’t cee shit like a gross pigeon
Do you get it, cause I did it
And you didn’t, you ain’t fucking with the God I’ll admit it I’ll admit it
My glasses Versace my boxers Versace and that’s just to stunt
I smoking machinery still hit the papers but don’t pass no blunt
I got it on lock and you know that its safe and you can’t let me know
That we ain’t the struggle and we ain’t g-got it, you know its fo’ sho
Getting that feeling in my stomach that something’s a coming and it’s big as can be
It’s more than just you and it’s more than just me, it is we. Word is l-i-f-e
Can you understand the magnitude of the situation?
This what happens when you use peace in the eyes of the shit that you facing

And it’s amazingly soulful
Eat till I’m so full. Defeat all the broke fools
That reach for the cold fuse. No burn in their passion
That’s why they leach and promote jewels but don’t know gold rules
I treat this like cold food. I can make it hot but
By the time you consume it, man the product is old news
I stick to the quota, that’s what i’m get a hold of
These people rips on the sofa, fake sick like ebola
Don’t be a prick and take a dick just to stick with controllers
They say they live, the only the Pep I cee is the cola
So duh I’m gonna live’n it up
Cause critics is like these ho’s, trying decided who to suck, but

(The Sun King)
The Gods going up! But I gotta say peace to Maxx now
I just smoked up all the grass, I guess I’m going back to wax now
And the wine is all gone, my Disaronno bottle empty
And I got something in the freezer that I’m trying crack open and its so fucking tempting
But Imma leave on a high note, Peace my name The Sun King
And I bet you didn’t know, that the God can really sing
And I don’t gotta write
I can freestyle and it might come out alright
But that is why you’re tight
Always look away when this guy is in your sight
I never want to fight
Anger is dismissed from me. I been said goodnight
Do not be so light
Heavy on the soul, that’s my reason for the life

Walk through the earth like I never ever glanced at a sound
Walked through glass in the ground, still stayed clean so the task it was found
So I puff gas, put smash on a hound
Take two pulls I was passing it down
Take out the Johnson; turn that ass around get em’ ready for the fastest pound
Take a breath, in class was clown
I was writing rhymes so when I hit the mic everyone in the crowd with a heartbeat starts dancing around
When you talk to me please walk with me to a higher place when locked I brought the key, the God is not a squawk it’s the heart in me
But I don’t have a heart, I posse an s-u-n., h-e-n-c-e –t-h-e –k-i-n-g
And Jimmy Carter still lives in me
The trife-ness that life gets, I still hold it priceless
The comparison to the brightness
I was living in the darkness, took a hold of the vices
Then self-advice, it totally helped my sight, just hold on to the might it will guide you
Enticingly, fight for dreams and spite the greed
You will be with an energy that is hyper speed
I’m not telling you what you should do, that’s not my job people
My job is to bring alarms to ones who want to rob people
Of their ability to think for thy own self, yo it really works
And trust me when I say the world is full of silly jerks
Who tell you to stop doing what you’re doing always
Reminds me of those bullies in the hallways
In the bathroom stall days, wet paper ball at your head and then jet
Didn’t give a fuck about your feelings, just wanted to get you wet
Thank you to anyone who got this in there spot
Don’t want to talk about cops cuz they might put out the hit as soon as the shit drops
All of a sudden your whole mind frame switches
Tryna live post racial society but we can’t even stop calling women bitches
Cuz when we erase race then the color of my face being a disgrace in a certain place will never be the case
So long I thought I had to freaking chase who I am
But it was right bloody here in the palm of my hand
I breathe the same air you breathe so how the fuck can I judge
I doubted life when I was stuck in the mud
So now I cee a lot better; still cee wolves with that huff and a puff
So I do right with my pen and shut the fuck up
Profane I never am, this isn’t a hoax or a sacrifice
I live life and smoke with Jesus Christ in the after life
I live life, and smoke with Mohammed of Mecca in the after life
Buddha, Confucius and Krishna-Biggie Pun and L, Pimp pass the dice
Ask me twice if my ass is white
Ill reply with silence like what space doesn’t hear after a NASA flight
I have work to do
Let me end this rhyme
Thanks for listening to the end but I’m sorry I was a jerk to you
Don’t get nervous dude
(Jimmy Carter)
My word is you, that’s word to you
Asking is he sick or dope? I got the bird flew as soon as the birds flew
I’m such an animal last week I got kicked out of my third zoo
I’m Josh Nickels with the rhyme, yall Drake Bell saying, we heard you
I feel like Pistol Pete, because I’m balling you out
I feel like EZEAL and Smokey cause I’m calling you out
I got the illest threads like my name Rey Mysterio
I’m more ratchet than mad wives with cheating husbands saying there he go!
I carry flows to 6-foot burials
Tony Hawk with the math, very able with varials and variables