Triologic Freestyle (Warning Shot)

I'm diabolical Evil thoughts running through my mind It's something skeptical I'm a different animal Consuming other rappers I'm a cannibal The feeling is kinda physical with punches I disseminate On beats that I disintegrate Only destined to be the great I elevate, even thou they discriminate Like Jerusalem this is real (Israel) I'm ill ill Fans blowing harder than windmills I'm so skilled with spitting I'm a wordsmith Flowing like a jet ski Go ahead study my style but nigga don't test me I'm talking bout niggas who pretending You ain't straight nigga you curvin' (Kevin) You still getting off the lane even thou the road has more cones (Mokone) You homo, you hating on the low blow You used to free ways but now you just entered the wrong road Broke the bro code The frost is on your chill cos my heart cold Estás muerto Muchacho ( You're dead boy) My style is perplexing Your style is fake, Coz it was made out of plastic I spit future on the beat My utterance is vatic Rapper's worst frantic Raps sink like ships wrecking in the Atlantic