Not a Fluke

Lemme start off by just saying was good ladies & gentlemen And welcome side the mind of a lyricist, thanks for dropping in I hope you all enjoy witnessing first-hand just How lyrical I can really get with these ink pens When I put them to paper, see I'm known to make the Greatest of my nation's current generation call in favors From the best known ghostwriters, but they don't make a D*** difference, they suck more than these d*** fakers Who couldn't beat me if genies granted wishes Cuz my swaggers on Bob Lee, boy just ask these b**** I swear they'll bend over backwards just to get within inches So imagine what they'll do to walk away with these digits The perks of being Hip-Hop's top hipster Rhyme pitcher, paparazzi please, no pictures Inna lab I mix mixtures, forming enough elixir To refill my bottle, just to swallow it like liquor B** I'm, back again, please pardon the late entrance Was down for a minute, but now I'm back and I'm in this To win it, this race to the riches, I gotta win it Even if I gotta trip n**** to be the first to finish That's why they like d***, that n**** Cam is merciless Word on your block, he breaking bones and chew cartilage His bars are far harder than the hardest Even Mr. Fireman couldn't extinguish such an arsonist B*** I'm hotter than burners and home heaters Just yesterday I made a believer out Justin Bieber Girl I'm off the charts, crashing computers and breaking meters Rector scales can't tell if I'm classified a human creature Young ghetto fashionist, the life I live is fabulous Well above average, it's states in my analysis That I ignites the catalyst & puff the cannabis Until I hits paralysis, b***** I'll never call the ambulance