Fear

I'mma hit you with the art of rap Here's the art of facts Bars are back I brought a pad This game, I got it covered like an Ancient artifact Cuz it's all about the soul and heart Check up on your cardiac and all of that And since it's Autumn now You're gonna keep on falling back I see you're getting tired I'm the tires on this car and track Get a parking pass Hella fast Cuz you're still standing still At the pitstop Pissed off Picking through the parts you have Don't play, up in my Lane This game isn't made to be played with all the cards you lack This is 25 to life And your bars are trash Get two X's for your eyes As you hide like a treasure map You must have wrote your fate up with a feather tap You little light weight Out of shape Powder shake Out if mind Out of rhymes You're nothing but a waste of time I could bend your time line Like I came up here from outer Space I'm great Get outta my face Embracing, faces for some straight Jargon jabs Shit I thought you had Thought of that Burns returning I just did my part and brought em back So pardon that Killing off the weak is simply just a part of rap So if you got a problem Never hesitate to holler back And I won't hesitate to give out any other heart attacks I'm an articulate artist In the art of rap And I won't hesitate to fucking Kill you on a track So what you gotta say to that Just take a seat, I'm coming back Back with a pen Who's at it again I'm coming to lash out Better back out You're about to find out, that clout mouth Turned out To turn South Looks like you, better swerve out Or go down a bad route Stuck in a choke point Oh boy Don't toy, little boy, go pass out Start tapping It'll happen in a flash man Look at you You got cash and I got passion Just imagine what'll happen if we go toe to toe You know you won't You'd fucking choke I got your throat You better hope I don't Bring my proud mouth out back for some action Packing pyro practice Bringing dope smoke, killing off you asthmatics Smoke like it's magic Abracadabra, going poof Yeah, this booth Can smoke off all you average Passive, lame wanna be's I don't know what you want from me You actors are too soft for me Promise you ain't a problem My product will pop you properly Ain't no way you're stopping me Shed tears, over fear In a haunted dream You're living in Fear