Splat!

I aint even frontin Im just coming for the crown Niggas running round Gunnin round town Drop em with a frown Hunt em w a hound No remains found Im around Really causing raucous Making big assumptions That ill never make it big Unless you love it Come to push n shoving Racing on rug And bugging till im nothing Butterfly in stomach Ducking for some coverage They say that liars eat they words forever But f*ck a hand tremor Im erasing endeavors And shuttin shit down With the letter from heaven The pot is as black as the kettle Pulling the stick made a metal Out meeting a devil Ive been at ease with this settled Going from okay to better And reaching for cheddar With my eyes behind barrettas Keeping the focus on joe with the sweater Neva letting up off the gas pedal Drumming a beat in the center for rebels That gotta new party to be at but leveled with me In the foyer when we got the medal Keeping my brain in a temple Keeping the same grind drilled in my mental Straight like my dental Gotta give it to ya Neva thought id see a Fucking screw up Make it big in music But I had to do it Its the way im supposed To do it up and view it from The booth and on and on Jimmyborrow bonding Names for all my songs While my car been racking Up garage exhaust Suffocating out the posse From the stars Keeping my composure For the coming bars Boom Catching up With ya chick In my room Thats enough Now I gotta go zoom See a bluff Now im back on the tune Niggas wanna slide past Hand me a broom If you wanna try that Imma conclude That you rest in a tomb When im coming for the head Take the shoulder too Imma mainstream maniac Speakin like a brainiac Taking boomers to they doom Cackling like a zany act Cackle then I take it back Breaking out my savings pack Gotta another tray to roll Fuckitilljustusemylap Tap tap Nigga when I rap Aint nobody wanna clap Cuz im keeping cadence On em like a red light stat Rearrange your brain And then blow like splat And now im attacking No lacking im mad n Im smacking My hand on packet Of explosive magnets What happened Attraction Covering stage and then acting Like I wasnt matted Down having a special Connection to rapping But I didnt find it It fell out and happened Cursing the name of the practice Taking the rap to the back Of the classes And returning classics Im packin up actors And shipping the fact That im one of the latter No matter Im stacking my actions From better to badder And runnin for places They looking for clatter I wont even try to soften the stammer Im watching your hammer un sheath And then splatter your sold cold bold Body collateral off the wall and then slide out the patio Oh no joe That didnt happen So fast that I had it on camera Catching ya whole face tho Put up a banner And watch as these niggas Get up and come after ya So dont go Outta town bitch Imma find out yeah you know it's Boots in the ground All around this Culdesac with a Booming bass kick But I guess I gotta give em what they want Heres a pretty picture with a pretty font Its a workin work in progress but a start Got a name and all these people in my heart I don't ever wanna get anotha taunt About what I what I got an who is on I been dropping dropping songs like a savant Go and tell it to my mom cuz I forgot Boom Catching up With ya chick In my room Thats enough Now I gotta go zoom See a bluff Now im back on the tune Niggas wanna slide past Hand me a broom If you wanna try that Imma conclude That you rest in a tomb When im coming for the head Take the shoulder too Imma mainstream maniac Speakin like a brainiac Taking boomers to they doom Cackling like a zany act Cackle then I take it back Breaking out my savings pack Gotta another tray to roll Fuckitlljustusemylap Tap tap Nigga when I rap Aint nobody wanna clap Cuz im keeping cadence On em like a red light stat Rearrange your brain And then blow like splat