J Swift...got the gift, to beat, I swiftly reply, with a line so deep, make angler fish biting at the rhymes I speak, I wreak, havoc, with a dramatic speech impediment, to cause heavy damage to your humble dwelling or residence, this is how I represent, like a re-presented case based on basic forensic evidence, with an intensive excrement, I mean mad shit hitting your dome, like an officer, with an awful lot of ignorance, invading your home, zone out the clones prone to act similar to a hollow bone, their answer is always cancerous, with my mannerism cataclysmic with the slanderous, sayings, spraying your canvases, burn out your lungs like cannabis trying to handle this, never flashy, never glamorous, just this gutter, young lover, intellect, fully natural uncommon, strong strutter, make you stutter, trying to repeat the same lyrical feat I utter, leaving others in utter defeat, like a cow milking their udders for some butter, some suffer, greater losses, when I come across this, toss this at you, you can't comprehend, my rock solid limb holding the microphone high like the liberty statue, my home, my pride, freedom of speech infinite in the intricate patterns I exhibit, maybe next time I'll drop a mad rhyme on an instrumental by xzibit, exquisite and classically trained, I'm taking you back with a rap that don't sound the same, as the current, with the current vibe I maintain, like a strobe light circling the vicinity, my presence, the remedy, like spinach for energy, no limit can hinder me, I simply don't stop, this Lost American Born Oriental, with an influential identity, I'm one of the first, don't ever doubt my thirst, I get savage, no macho man can hand me a whooping over this stage that I manage...I'll be back for you silly little rabbits, acting rabid, like you got a disease from biting, underhanded rap wannabes...I can't stand it, I sit in contentment, you run with no where to go like both feet planted, in 4 feet of snow, stuck, you can't flow, I'll plant this vegetable, and damn it will definitely grow, like the beanstalk for jack while you sit and jack your bean off so more, I'm like the steam off the stove, inviting you take a sniff, from my fully well conditioned aromatic scented gift...you wonder what it is, so fresh and delightful, insightful and great, with an eyeful of traits, that'll make you ponder how much longer I'll take, to finish, like that beef you got sitting on you plate, you're foul like someone just came and shitted on your face, and you're trying to brown nose, kissing up to criminals with a hit record but no sound blows, their sound blows, but that's ok, cuz the masses like dumb asses with classless captions to expose...I guess that's why I haven't been chose, just a chosen one, son of no one with a powerful paragraph to inter wove...
Man this beat goes hella hard 🤩😎
Coast Contra, if y’all wanna get back in the algorithm, some freestyles over this at the peak of June would put you guys over.
J Swift...got the gift, to beat, I swiftly reply, with a line so deep, make angler fish biting at the rhymes I speak, I wreak, havoc, with a dramatic speech impediment, to cause heavy damage to your humble dwelling or residence, this is how I represent, like a re-presented case based on basic forensic evidence, with an intensive excrement, I mean mad shit hitting your dome, like an officer, with an awful lot of ignorance, invading your home, zone out the clones prone to act similar to a hollow bone, their answer is always cancerous, with my mannerism cataclysmic with the slanderous, sayings, spraying your canvases, burn out your lungs like cannabis trying to handle this, never flashy, never glamorous, just this gutter, young lover, intellect, fully natural uncommon, strong strutter, make you stutter, trying to repeat the same lyrical feat I utter, leaving others in utter defeat, like a cow milking their udders for some butter, some suffer, greater losses, when I come across this, toss this at you, you can't comprehend, my rock solid limb holding the microphone high like the liberty statue, my home, my pride, freedom of speech infinite in the intricate patterns I exhibit, maybe next time I'll drop a mad rhyme on an instrumental by xzibit, exquisite and classically trained, I'm taking you back with a rap that don't sound the same, as the current, with the current vibe I maintain, like a strobe light circling the vicinity, my presence, the remedy, like spinach for energy, no limit can hinder me, I simply don't stop, this Lost American Born Oriental, with an influential identity, I'm one of the first, don't ever doubt my thirst, I get savage, no macho man can hand me a whooping over this stage that I manage...I'll be back for you silly little rabbits, acting rabid, like you got a disease from biting, underhanded rap wannabes...I can't stand it, I sit in contentment, you run with no where to go like both feet planted, in 4 feet of snow, stuck, you can't flow, I'll plant this vegetable, and damn it will definitely grow, like the beanstalk for jack while you sit and jack your bean off so more, I'm like the steam off the stove, inviting you take a sniff, from my fully well conditioned aromatic scented gift...you wonder what it is, so fresh and delightful, insightful and great, with an eyeful of traits, that'll make you ponder how much longer I'll take, to finish, like that beef you got sitting on you plate, you're foul like someone just came and shitted on your face, and you're trying to brown nose, kissing up to criminals with a hit record but no sound blows, their sound blows, but that's ok, cuz the masses like dumb asses with classless captions to expose...I guess that's why I haven't been chose, just a chosen one, son of no one with a powerful paragraph to inter wove...
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