SYLLABALLISTIC

I’ve mastered exact precision, I’m smarter than mathematicians,
I’ve drafted a rap religion, I target the track with vision,
You artists that lack ambition, I harvest your wack decisions,
I’ll plaster a portrait through choruses, orbit to forfeit your lax position

About a rapper invasion, you’re mad I’m happy I’m Asian,
A pad, a Mac on occasion, I’ll add a track for the nation,
You have a lack of amazement? I’ll map a classic creation,
You’ve had a habit of raging, you man are tragic and brazen

You wanna project to me? A scholar, an entity?
You’ll holla eventually, don’t bother, you’re dead to me,
This genre vasectomied, No longer a threat to me,
You’re gonna pretend to me? The pen of a century

You know I’m Syllaballistic, I bill a spliff and then lift it,
I spill the wit of a mystic, you’re still just brittle and twisted,
I’m sick with writtens, I’m gifted, I’m still a little bit lifted,
I spit the villainous sick shit, I sit in Britain addicted

You know I’m Syllaballistic, I bill a spliff and then lift it,
I spill the wit of a mystic, you’re still just brittle and twisted,
I’m sick with writtens, I’m gifted, I’m still a little bit lifted,
I spit the villainous sick shit, I sit in Britain addicted

I sit, the sickest that’s spoken, you spit ridiculous notions,
I’ve written this shit with emotion, I cripple a prick with the potion,
I spit the wickedest omens, I’m hitting, your missiles have broken,
I spit with intricate slogans, I split the instrument open

I made your intellect groove, I gave the internet tunes,
Behave and sit on the edge with your little legs, making your intricate moves,
You fake, you disrespect who? I’ll make you internet news,
I’ll intercept famous pagans, and make em live in Peru

Like rah, you question the rumours? I bar with legend producers,
I draft the deafening future, I harvest weapons from stupor,
I pass development sooner, I blast and shell a computer,
I arm the session with smoother weapons, I step in, the element mover,

You know I’m Syllaballistic, I bill a spliff and then lift it,
I spill the wit of a mystic, you’re still just brittle and twisted,
I’m sick with writtens, I’m gifted, I’m still a little bit lifted,
I spit the villainous sick shit, I sit in Britain addicted

You know I’m Syllaballistic , I bill a spliff and then lift it,
I spill the wit of a mystic, you’re still just brittle and twisted,
I’m sick with writtens, I’m gifted, I’m still a little bit lifted,
I spit the villainous sick shit, I sit in Britain addicted