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by

Lord Finesse


[Verse]
My power so high, I tower over these guys lyrically
The bar temp higher than female showers
Epitome of flawless rap ability
Vividly killing these instrumentals with rhymes harder than Tiffany stones
Doggin’ this sh*t, feed me a bone
I could take any billboard artist, chew ‘em up, and leave ‘em unknown
To these fake emcee’s hearing, turn up your headphones, listen
Any rapper wanna test, I got your headstone written
Twist-ED(U | you) be rapping slow bars like special ed
I tempt the game with sweet sh*t just like the devil said
But not fruity, the genesis of 2019
It ain’t no pipe dreams, with these rhyme schemes, I’m Nike
I just do it, but I’m really off the wall with it
I keep these bars coming, never got withdrawal with it
Minor rappers better? That’s impossible, like tall midgets
David Twist the greatest youngin’, b*tch, I’m calling it
Like if I go dial Wing Stop, they ask me, “What you want?”
I tell ‘em, “Give me your hottest sh*t," they feed me all my songs
The tracks hotter than mile sprints in Death Valley
Knockin’ out wack rappers like I got bad breath
Cali’s finest, golden like the bridge in the bay
I break the norm in my city, like I’m a glitch in the game
Found my niche, now I’m fighting for the top like Mayweather
‘Cause April showers bring the flowers, now I’m blooming like a heather
Hip-hop rooted, I chop the beats, castration
Y’all might have a little drive, but I’m faster, I own this (car nation | carnation)
In my element when spittin’, like some bromine
I keep my tracks bomb, like it’s Rage Against The Machine
I’m a goddamn god, damn
Sicker than a sickle cell patient eating on some raw ham
And D.T. be slapping more bass than Alpines
With more bars than opioid addicts sleeping outside

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