Killin' beats like I'm Jason, you don't know who you're facin'/
Time, you are wastin, you better get to racin'/
Yourself you should be bracin', my flow's so amazin'/
Rhymes so blazin', I could crisp you like you're bacon/
My flow is fire, I aspire to acquire/
The acclaim till I retire, as I start my own empire/
Rap's my only desire, I'm the flamespitter for hire/
Not a singer in the choir, the beats are what I desire/
So you best know, hoes, that I'm the dude that spits the flow/
And you're too slow to know that I'm the next artist to blow/
No homo, but I'm high, and you're so low/
So now you have to go, Joe, or you will catch a low blow/
It's so loco, my flow is so cold/
You're such a no go, It's a fact that I'm rich and you're so broke/
Oh no, ya'll niggas have no flows/
I'm solo, if you don't know so/Call me the flow virtuoso/
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