In this game of fools, I'm the jester with the jewels
Spit explicit truths, while I school these rookies' rules
Wit sharp as blades, I'm slicing egos, I parade
Coldest disses out my mouth like breath in winter's shade
I stomp the yard with verses, curse and bless in the same breath
I own the game, the throne, and every step until my death
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Bring the filth when I rock, crowd shock, I'm the maverick
Dirty bars, clean victories, foes static and tragic
Swear like a sailor, charm like a saint, I got the duality
My rhymes are laced with sin, victory's my reality
I shoot my shot but never miss it, game on point like I rehearsed it
I flip the script on them weak plays, hit grand slams on the worst days
They fumble rhymes, I snatch their dreams (Better teams), hm, listen
They fumble rhymes, I snatch their dreams (Sharper schemes)
They fumble rhymes, I snatch their dreams, grander scenes, larger themes
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Game on fire, plays so hot, beat drops
And you know I'm runnin' circles 'til the clock stops
Rock your snapback, turn it up, it's the peak end
Juke past haters, spin moves, got the speakers bleedin'
Time’s running out, grab your win, no more stalling
I coach the beats, they play my way, strategy from the street days
Every verse, a touchdown, can’t intercept my sound
I'm MVP of the bars, spit heat that leaves scars
Ducking losses like I’m agile, pour my victory in vials
Breaking ankles with my wordplay, they hit the bench in dismay
Pass the mic, I go long, every track becomes my swan song
I'm the prophet of this rap game, leaving all these flames untamed
Scoreboard numbers skyrocket, haters, they can't even clock it
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Game on fire, plays so hot, beat drops
And you know I'm runnin' circles 'til the clock stops
I'm the kingpin talkin', but my reign is straight gutter
Talk smack, crack backs, leave em lying in the shutter
My flow's a dirty river, but it's gold flecked, you hater
Spitting grime and glory, yeah, I’m the rhyme creator
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Raw like sushi, rare like a comet
Streets taught me speak, now I'm schooling sonnets
Flip a bird in the verse, then I serenade a hook
Crushing critics underfoot, leave 'em tremble, shook
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So uncouth, yet the truth hits like brass knuckles
In a brawl of words, throw punches in lyrical tussles