G.I. Joe

No pretension of realness No premises and no limits No thought or justification Just bars for three minutes I been Killing it since I was a foetus Disarming rappers like Venus No time for breathing or weakness This my thesis, cos I treat this Rap game like a science, and when They acknowledge my vibrance I'll be on that podium, Nobel Prize Thanking God for his guidance, with my Scrotum out cos I'm a baller When I rhyme to the highest order I blind the crowd with the brightest aura It leaves them breathless like they're all a Sphyxiating in strangleholds Contort dimensional manifolds Mic torturer, rhyme sorcerer My linguistic magic holds Back your flow like a reservoir This rap lecture and seminar A wrecking bar to your repertoire my Cortex and my cerebellum are A sharpness you'll get lacerated with Synapses slash serrated this Massive brain can't stand the weight of it My grey matter is saturated with Bright ideas like Thomas Edison Big mouth but I'm not a pelican Want some uncontrolled adrenaline Pop the medicine, roll a tenner and Grip the counter, sniff the powder Volume dial, twist it louder Host with the most gotta turn 'em all to toast Adi-yaya-yos this kid's about to Blast off like a twin jet Yep, quick step, cos my dick Ten foot like a quintet You're a little floppy: diskette Your girl says is it in yet? My bae wet no inlet I'm thick set big big bet That rappers talk shit get Dominated, verbs talk shit get Conjugated I'm half Middle Eastern I drop bombs and those two things are Not related what I hate is Lofi hip hop and calm rap music, I hate when people say "I find it therapeutic I like the chill vibes, I like the slow pace" I'm about as therapeutic as a shovel to the face And mumble rap can suck my dick The lack of style finesse and Penmanship flares up my IBS So it's no wonder I detest These rappers with their fake Nikes And second-rate psyches and less Material than size eight nighties my Funeral? Bump that late 90s and Golden age, you whippersnapper Shut your chitter chatter becoming the Sickest rapper's a simple matter of Spitting fatter lyrics that are like Bullets emanating from a Tommy gun My Spotify's a constant tonne of Big L Kane Raekwon and Pun So blot the sun and watch me run Circles round you, baby guy Circumferences, radii, Don't think I'll turn one lazy eye See rappers faking maybe I should Just ignore that violent larceny While I'm shining artfully but this Whole rap game is shite and harmfully Laced with pussies like it's lingerie I blend lines delightful harmony Stratospheric fly remarkably All the words in my giant armoury Slice an artery, rhyming archery Sharp like Hawkeye, stomping' on the small fry Give 'em all a sore eye, right before I run 'em with a Four by four I roar my war cry Ready to incinerate a rapper cos all my Punchlines get them so hype and giddy Yours Never Land like Tiger Lily Your girl said touch my giant titty That's quite a pity, I'm kinda busy Showin' them my flow can serve 'em like a roast lamb Two sticks, big balls, call me a snowman Never never slow jam, only gonna choke slam Go ham no plan programme so damn Hot when I'm spitting it: peri-peri Spicy rhymes giving you Delhi belly All of my lyrics be very heavy Skipping your record like every every Every single hot rhyme takes a bloody long time Lyrical assassin with the wordplay: Sondheim Running through a stop sign, trigger finger online Gunning down a rapper from a helicopter, cos I'm GI Joe when I speak my flow Massive on the mic and imma fee fi fo Beat by blow I'm a freestyle pro And a motherfucking animal: E-I-O