Guess the rapper back by popular demand,
Got the world watching my words like an ocular exam,
Phantom of the opera with a little shop of horrors
Sipping vodka, have a plot be Sinatra if I'm Frank
Damn, block your cash flow, right before I pass go
Labels own monopolies like hasbro, I rap so
My tracks show them heat to melt the asphalt
See the ash blow - I'm smoking rappers with a single joint,
Midas rhymes, lines shine when the king anoints
With his voice, over ruling all your simple points
Leave you singing, my lyrics are fricking kicking groins
Quit the flicking coins, you'll never your change your luck
MC's are easy to read - I don't pay for books
Plus my paper cuts deeper than Vader's saber,
I'm dangerous and waking up your brain like Angel Dust
Fame is a slut and she can't wait to fuck
Until your breaking up with everything you ever say you love
The day you got signed is when the label stuck
To the grave your a slave - chained to hooks

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So you need to own your masters,
My pen is independent - no I don't owe you bastards.
Who act like the price I'm worth is low as asda's
My flow is acid, so cold you know it froze your assets
This poet passes the rappers poking asses
Out to A&R's, spraying bars that are cleaner than soap
When they were dirty like teeth in a beaker of coke,
You just need to be you, and I'm a genius too
Leave you in wonder of my music like stevie would do,
Secretly knew I'd grow to grab the mic,
Go to the afterlife, and you would see the ghost of all the tracks I write
Chop the beats and pack the parts into my samsonite
The name carries weight - I don't travel light.
Rhymes are dynamite that's why I never rap on flights
Got my bragging rights, as there's no one left
Careers gone with the wind when I blow one breath,
You don't know me yet, I guess you overslept
I wake you up and shake you up until l know you won't forget....
Show respect use the globe for doing shoulder reps
Drop the world while your necks won't even hold your heads
Rhymes have vertebrae, think your fly like a bird of prey,
Your head is in the clouds now I turned them grey

The reigning champ, straight out the training camp
Brain entranced, staying ablaze like a flaming lamp
Showing the way while I'm flowing you knowing
From local to global I'm growing today, blowing away
My opposition, locked to rhythm like the cons in prison
On a mission like Katy to kick the common wisdom
You rappers want tuition?
My train of thought will destroy you just after one collision
Think I'm comic got the wrong edition,
Out of your sight you need a stronger vision
Call it long division, leave you with a fraction
Of your confidence a consequence when my tracks spun,
When the raps done, your needing medication
Like the late great Jackson, it's thriller time
Rest in peace to the beats, these are killer rhymes.
If your hearing mine, you aint a second late,
With a short fuse, who's about to detonate?
The moment that my record breaks set to make a devil pray