Bomb Threats

I said I'm swimming in the ocean hoping I don't see an enemy
'Cause half you motherfuckers are just not who you pretend to be
But unless you Cuz or coming with a flow you fucking dead to me
Better bet something about to happen and this time it's unsettling
Yup!
I am the bomb
And I'm about to detonate and cause more casualties than Nam
This is only level one and I still ain't done
Let's see if I can blow up by the end of this song
You stanley steaming I'm steady cleaning up my cerebral
Said that I was evil just for people who probably believe the earth is flat
It's a fact
Ignorance is back
I'm just here to spread awareness in a rap
If you're staying for the detonate
You'll probably defecate from death decay
And exponential rates of people who participate
And try to meditate into a heaven state
Instead they should have medicated
I don't got the deficit to delegate
But I'm pretty sure I've got the intellect to innovate
I wanna change the world but I'm washing down a dinner plate
And tryna find a flow so other rappers let me integrate
Into the game they play, hold up wait
Can we take a break?

That's better
How the fuck the white kid rapping that clever?
I don't know
All I know is when I find a flow
I flip it, beat it, break it, take it, make it into batter, and then I bake it
This is cake bitch!
Y'all could never clone my flow
Or my tempo meet my maker
Make me mental, instrumental fundamentals
This is all experimental
I'm still playing gentle
You want the secret? I think I'll keep it confidential
Part of me wanna be lettin' 'em in in a minute
But I could be out of my mind and I get it again and again
But It cannot be countered encounter my enemy blind
Woah there partner that was way too quick
It was pretty dope too go rewind that shit

I'm the craziest
Shadiest
God-praising Atheist
The game has ever seen, but it's okay 'cause I'mma make some hits
And get this money bag to throw on stages with the shaking tits
Wait is that Mel?
Hey Mikaen, are you taping this?

That's wassup
Sorry babe I saw my chance and couldn't pass it up
I've never gave a fuck and all my Medford homies back it up
And I'm about to go ham kids you better pack a lunch

Probably hitting the lottery like a lobotomy surgeon
But I could be slaughtering rather play games of monopoly
Commas are calling me cameras'll follow me
Gotta be kinda mean
Count on me coloring all of my music with all of my thoughts
This is the ramadan I'm gonna fast
This is the moment the moment I blast
Boom
I'm the indefinite infinite can not compete with me even a little bit
Bitches been creepin' they keep it illiterate
I get em tweakin' I'm speaking too eminent
I get it poppin' I'm pushing the precipice
You missing purpose subliminal messages
Send to the people without the intelligence
Cover the tracks then I'm ditching the evidence