Hot Sauce

Painting pictures with these words like Bob Ross My rhymes got more power than a mob boss Not everyone can handle it I'm spitting that hot sauce My mind stable like a camera that's locked off If you ain't down for the ride you getting dropped off If I ain't going all in I'm calling it a lost cause Quarantine bars everything is on a long pause Aiming for perfection going way beyond flaws Until I drop jaws breaking what you call laws Keep it revolutionary like 60s rock songs Having dreams that I'm rolling with some all-stars I got everything you need but this ain't Walmarts Every syllable I speak is boutique a la carte Dropping more jewels and gold than pawn shops This rhyme is non stop lyrical onslaught I don't need much land give me a small plot Until the plot thickens and I'm growing a tall crop Marvelous celebrating like I'm watching the ball drop While you chasing after me like Paul Blart the mall cop You think these new rappers good but they all not I came to change that before I catch a bald spot Sanitizing the game until it's all mopped Cuz these lames got no skill all props Fashion and make up don't make up for the rhymes you can't drop I ride with intelligence like a Smart Car Linking up with the greats call me Nardwuar Getting up standing up I will fall not Rapping's not a choice to me it's all I got I'm hip-hop like doing a throw up on a wall spot Breaking open surfaces like it's wall rot But compared to the universe I know I'm just a small dot So I look up at the stars when my ego is all fraught