Ay, listen up, I gotta make it clear,
I'm not a rapper, but I spit fire, have no fear.
I'm in my zone, dropping bars, don't get it twisted,
My flow so sick, got 'em all insisting.
I may not be in the criminal trade,
But when I rhyme, I got it made.
Came from the bottom, now I'm on top,
Nonstop talker, can't make me stop.
I bring the heat, like a blazing flame,
My rhymes sharp, cut through like a bloody game.
Uh, they doubted me, but now they see,
I ain't a rapper, but I flow free.
Yeah, I bend words, twist 'em like a tornado,
Spitting truths, while others just playdough.
I may not live that street life,
But I spit real, no need for a knife.
So take a seat, listen and learn,
I'm not a rapper, but it's my turn.
I'll keep going, never gonna drop,
Nonstop talker, ain't gonna flop.
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