I’m Comin’

Droppin dimes on a high, diva got Beats and rhymes i mean whatever man I be sort of like a reverand Said I'd be back one day, severin Come now, come all b'say, sister and breddern Whether'n you got faith or not Beats fat like three cheese, see I took walks with Jesus Now it's time for me to make a reappearance Now in form On beats and rhymes sample clearance I do amazing miracle theorical Cause I'm global all around the world From the Merc to Chernobyl May be on the tongues of millions Like throat lozenges Whateva I utter is butter, homogenous To the stuff that they put In tapioca style's pudding Wrapped around your neck like a choker When it comes to rhymes I got a plethora I'm a definition of a sister Who can flip it yo So where you at? (I'm comin') Lyrical wickedness Down to the bone like Medusa I used ta, turn emcees to stone I came to break down sounds and proto-plex'm Excuse me, I'm mic checking, mic checking One two three - ask how to spell sweet L-O-V-E, see, this is the flow that goes Well with the beat, T-Love on the street I'm on the avenue, in the area, and Lyrical abra-sions, what I'm givin All throughout my days and, occasion I'm fazin Amazin cause I'm amazin in lo-o-o-ve Plugin more Tunes than Trugoy to Dove No static with Rhettmatic But I'm up above see Ain't got time to kick it Nah not for no booty B The rhymes be too wicked Oh so you can keep your sheeit, what? So where you at? (I'm comin') I be a spitter, not a swallower See I'm a leader not a follower See I be like AD at a cholera And my, vocal appearance OG like KDAY, minus interference Who got the flex next My wreck'll be done soon I'm makin mine so each flows I blows is like Hurricanes, it rains when I'mmm flowin Wack rappers are the H20 growin Tryin to be battlin, babblin downstream I smoke verbs, smoke words End thoughts in brown steam i get DOWWWWWWN Like if I was in an armed robbery Styles so fat, they clog an artery I be on the go, I never run from the dough I'm vamanos Now there's steak with the beans and rice And plantanos coast to coast, who works most I, rise like yeast, they crumble like toast (I'm comin') t-Love is (I'm comin') I'm all that y'all, and to the back y'all It's to the front y'all It's on the, it's on the it's on the one Wanna give props to my boy who made the beat This Kid Named Miles Wanna give props to my boy Cutty Cutty Mack, Cut Chemist Thanks for the studio, and the use of Red October storage facility peace