ARTEFACT WEAPON E

G to I got it ninja style. Right. Yeah. Yeah. Getting up the-Getting up the game, That's what raised that kid. The intense holograms above the cold wind. Look at me, I'm on that Matzkees to the Knees. Zoned out like a black cat, mean mug Concentrated on the next step. Coming from a place where I'll brass that to My doorknob, meditate ten minutes. Then I roses like I'm Tuxedo Mask. Yeah, the face wrap for a hashtag and a Paycheck. I'm the MC, I speak for my inner God. Hidden deep, little bitch, matter of fact. I make that 'cause I can't stop, so I Stare at the void 'til that motherfucker starts to Stare back. Shout out to hard times that have Changed me. Now I find peace to the sounds Of Jay-Z. Trails lead me to the basics. I got the flow like rivers, not blind, But I can't see. Earthquaking blocks from the top To the basement. I pull out the blade, It's not a bleed as it may seem to Them young folks shitting pants on the rap scene. Fuck them, I'm the rap king. See, young sick, it all make them envy. Most of them don't even know they ass dish Me. Don't even keep what I'm rapping about. But they turn my shit loud so their blocks Can detect it. My face green, I reflect off The screen. Ain't missing steez, I cause zen with No weed. My pen spins in my hand like Chrome rims. Me and my shadow don't need a Third wheel. You're growing killer, it's broke, I boost heels. Hold still, my shit slays like A host kneel. Cope with the fact that you Lost your own will. It's a no dream, dummy, it's life, it's so Real. Yeah. A lot of raps. Bitch. Yeah.