911

Born on 911 Pull up and you know that I work 24/7 The flow is from heaven Take your Hart just like Kevin You know that I'm like Tyler Blevins Cause I'm silent But in my car, I be revving Like I'm violent Cause now I'm eighteen You know that I aint mean I'm just trying to make my way To the green And fulfill my dream I need the whip and the cream Good self-esteem My fit is clean I stan a queen I'm on your screen Listen My lyrics burn Make your stomach churn And in turn You yearn To learn, I discern You're not stern You intern Flippen fern Pull up and you know that I am the best I gotta keep that shit off my chest That's why I wear a vest You know that I just invest In my detest To your attest And that's a fact I don't need to attack Or retract From the track I know that I miss vanilla zests From the dining hall But that's not all I appall Any enemy of mine I aint got no time To rhyme Sublime In my prime Leave you speechless Just like you're a mime Stole your words Like a crime You be sour Like lime I need to switch the flow Cause you already know I can spit I'm lit I just be creating verses Putting rappers in hearses And healing on nurses That is ironic And I am iconic Drink gin and tonic My verses, bubonic They leave you chronic Fast just like I'm Sonic Why did my mom organise a birthday party I don't know I aint smarty But that was real Hardy Like Matt That Cat with a big hat And a bat Is my slat Fat rat Is what I spat at With a Tommy No rugrat What I get at Rahl thought he could rap better Wrote me a love letter Knit me a fat sweater He is a fat debtor I know it's a joke But I never choke Give me the fat smoke Heard you croak Like an oak When I spoke Even with a cloak We know you're broke Don't say you're woke We know you aint Aint no saint Through the paint We see you What a shame Don't say my name Why would you say that Protect your head with a flippen wavecap Or get a backslap And backtrack All the way back to the track With a big mac And a backpack Watch em backtrack That's my freestyle Hope it's worthwhile Like a stockpile Leave you vile And on trial Watch your exile With a smile To reconcile That just for a while You were hostile So, enjoy your juvenile Lifestyle