MumbleRap

Just copped some new shoes
Yo bitch look like a goose
Bitch I got the juice
Handyman like Soos
Pull up and come with the hands
I just made a hunnid bands
She suck on my dick like a lollipop
Run up on me, you get molliwopped
Versace, Armani, Gucci
Yo bitch wanna do me
Fake niggas don't amuse me
Run up on me, I'mma come with the uzi
All of my diamonds is ruby
Yo bitch be looking like Snoopy
I am your teacher, don't lose me
Bubbling like a jacuzzi
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What the fuck you doing
I be fucking cooling
My niggas winning, you losing
I leave all your plans in ruins
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You know what I'm about
I'm drenched up in clout
You know what I'm about
Either run with me or get the fuck out
You know what I'm about
Shut your fucking mouth
You know what I'm about
Fucking your bitch, I'mma make her shout
I'm original, you a copy
I'm a hard disk, you a floppy
I'm swimming like seafood
Fucking with me you get removed
You don't even wanna diss me
I'm coming with the 50
You old as hell in your sixties
I'm riding around in my city

RXNNYJ

These rhymes are of another caliber
I'm shooting shit up like it's Galaga
If you talking shit, you better back it up
Before I throw you in the fucking aqueduct
I've never had a fuck
To give about amateurs
Cause to them, I'm the motherfucking Avatar
Check the vernacular
When I'm rapping, bruh
When I spit, I'm out for blood like Dracula
I can go bar for bar with the best of them
And I can run, rip, and rhyme with the rest of them
Dominate challengers till there is less of them
Put pussy niggas in skirts when I'm dressing them
I smoke em like cigarettes
Bitch, I got no regrets
When I be killing sets
Leave em in silhouettes
Told y'all in Stormwatch, I'm shining like VVS
Owning you niggas like Sixers to Nets
Rhymes quicker than Flash
All you niggas is trash
All these beats, I just turn them to ash
Your bitch on my call
And I'm aiming to smash
Come straight on her face like Splash
Murdering a rapper like I'm armed with a machete
Slicing him and dicing him like he made of confetti
How you hard behind the screen but you softer than Teddy?
Webster Dictionary states that you was never ready
For this conflict
Bitch, you should've been more conscious
Or listened to your conscience
And now you're unconscious
Internet thugs need to pick another option
Either keep your mouth shut or take lessons in boxing
Now let's pick another topic
Niggas yelling on the mic and always saying they the best
But get all up in their feelings when they see someone's success
Never knowing that kind of shit can only bring so much stress
Calling other niggas shit mysterious
When that certain someone always takes their music serious
These niggas is delirious
They need to call up a professional who's smart and imperious
Next topic
Everybody wanna be successful
But who do we turn to when the shit gets too stressful?
We are all special
With so much full potential
One day, we could rise up and do something monumental
Especially me
I could crush any emcee
With any flow hotter than one hundred, thousand degrees
I'm a chef with the flows and the rhymes and the cadences
Delivering the words and the lyrics and the sentences
I'm the golden boy of rap
Going in on any beat, either drill or boom bap
The way I'm spitting on this track, you know I had to get the strap
I ain't talking bout burritos, but you know this is a wrap

6

It's TEK-22
Kicking flows like Kung-Fu
Art of lyrical war, call me the next Sun Tzu
Split personality; I'm either a serious or fun dude
One song, I could be spitting some shit people can bump to
Next one, I can get all conscious wondering about when times get rough, who do we run to?
Why do I make a hard musical art seem so easy like One, two
Three
When it's hard being a starving rapper from North C?
I don't know, maybe they're too blind to see
That I'm trying to be what I chose to be
Maybe they're just too fixated on trying to criticize me
But fuck them, because I'm grinning
I'mma stay winning
Because this is only the beginning
Trying to make it in a world that's focused on sinning
War, lust, sloth, and greed
Selfish people taking food out of the mouths of your seed
And so-called friends that put on a mask for you so they can leave you to bleed
Ya'll may not give a fuck or whatever, but please take heed
Someday, love and positivity may be just what you need
But sometimes, happiness can be too much and have you looking like you just smoked a pound of weed
Next topic, these wannabe rappers, if you can call 'em that
Fifty percent, or five percent, ya'll talk about the flows you spit
As for the rest of the percentage, ya'll keep talking about how many hoes you get
Why the fuck do you continue to remain or even make it when you know you shit?
Especially when I just heard that bullshit called Old Town Road
Or better yet, the song that broke the hip-hop code
Mixing hip-hop with country music is just an accident waiting to happen
That ain't rapping
This is rapping
The rhyme assassin
Decapitating rappers and walking off laughing

Go blow for blow until they're down on the floor, gasping

For air desperately for the skills they're lacking

You've got a few seconds left for your final thought like Springer

Before I end this like Thanos with a single snap of the finger

Avenger of the rap game

But a young nigga like me might see this as a bad thing

Sometimes I blame my generation

For being the shame of our nation

We were supposed to further our knowledge and keep learning, even after graduation

But sadly, we start getting worse and worse in each incarnation

Should I continue to try to change them before it's too late?

Before we continue contributing to the death rate?

Or should I just continue to wait?

While whatever the world has in store for us seals our fate?

Maybe I just do nothing but ramble

But ever since Jah died, it was up to me to take the mantle

Yes, I am aware that this goal is quite a gamble

Because I no longer fear death

At 23, I've already prepared what is to be my last breath...