My poly-syllabic habits are ballsy and lavish
Awfuly elaborate
Far from the average
Call me old-fashioned
But I'm causing the havoc, these prodigys lacking
So I pause for applause and the clapping
You're spittings a bore
Like YaYa, you chihuahuas
Constantly Yapping,
Dog I'm a mastiff
Unsigned but I'm, In for deals,
J Rob is Aladdin
And In enfamils, like baby products..
An Aspirin won't solve the withdrawal you've been having
The Songs that I'm packing
All hits like Molly and acid
That takes em calmy to back in
The day when video games were bought from a Babbages
This me giving a
Loss to these has beens
You do music what they constantly asking
Now that you see this Bauce up in action,
And its pretty obvious I'm awesome at rapping

Its like the right song comes on just when I need it, need it
When I feel so damaged and my souls famished
Those notes feed it, feed it
Music is my therapy gives me clarity,
I hope you see it, see it
Cause whatever I need at the timeee,
Music can be it, be it

Gotta love that no matter if
I'm on top of my girl, top of the world or downtrodden
There's a sound option
And each week theirs some one new that astounds blogs and,
Its like remember so and so from last week we crowned hot?
Well this new artist we found tops them
Music is massively cogent
It can capture a moment
Take you back in time
No need for a car with a flux capacitor on it
It can heal, and soothes your pain
It can steal your blues away
So let me tell you what it do me
Ordering syllables are integral
To dealing with the
Fool ish, bull ish, of the imbeciles
I interact with daily, so this rap shit baby
Is the only reason why I'm not bat shit crazy