Sorry 'bout This

I'm really sorry bout this I'm really sorry bout this Bout this Brain is a vault, you can't crack it, can't catch it Flames in my veins, I'm a pyro addict My flow batshit, guano, listen to the Phono Graphics, you're the South Park Bono I'm a lout but I write rhymes pronto A battle you cannot afford like a Bronco Dalmatian energy, call me Pongo Ole boy, Old Boy hallway scene Me against foes, they fall away and scream Jackie Chan stunt punch right to the throat I'm the GOAT Bruce Lee VS Cliff when I'm in the booth I'm obtuse, once upon a time wrote a rhyme About a rhyme about another rhyme That's just the design, out of place Outer space, like Nova Prime, call me Pi 3.14 times better than your slime, I'm Wondering why I do this I just get so stupid, yet I am so ruthless I will leave you toothless, I train myself To spit fire, incongruence, so fluid When I flew away above you I threw the sky in my hand to another dimension Another Universe, another realm Right through The Doors, Rider In The Sky Ride or die, win lose or tie, die, like the 70's Here's a little levity, laughing as you flow heavenly Off a cliff, I'm really sorry bout this I'm really sorry bout this I'm really sorry bout this But please do not doubt this You know that I'm wicked and vicious When I verbalize my flows on the instrumental I hold the microphone like it was sent a medal But I don't ever expect to be sent a medal Unless we see WW3, the world goes mental But I know that I'm a poet, I'm just floating Like a Hawk, just riding the breeze I'm not Vulcan like Spock, but I do this with ease And when the prey is caught I hide in the trees Kill the beat and get back to what you need Like a ninja I'm stealth, but I'm also a binge drinker And it's bad for my health, so I'm a drunken ninja With a stick at my side, a microphone and a mask over my eyes Stumbling through the night, no particular direction Mumbling some sort of reflections I know that I am detecting, the mother fricking sweat On your brow, so hey, party people, in the place to be Say microphone check 1 2, I'm the Emcee Don't peak at my raps, I adapt and snap n slap The crap out of you, before I crack you jaw With a southpaw, before I tap into your wack rap system My wisdom, would help you, but instead you lack What I got, you wack, tacky, try to smack me I got the lyrics and the spirits so you fear The legendary one who's sparring with the beat No fear in top gear so near, I sheer this beat While you sheer and bow at my feet In the middle of the street I'm really sorry bout this