Phantom Menace Freestyle

Talking out your pocket, on some, fake shit
Acting like you got it, you ain't, make shit
How can you be a prophet, be your, greatest
When you can't even make a product, be honest, or even keep a profit
We see through your gimmicks, capping at your limits
No memorable lyrics, obvious influence you mimic
Whole thing off-brand clearance, mine a self-made appearance
Could give a TED talk on why i'm prolific, but you wouldn't understand the specifics

Unkind kid, never blinded, by maligner
Be reminded, brain divided, by diviner
Holy fit, can't be misguided, by designer
Holy writ, levels subsided, need a decypher

So much ass in the whip might crash
Throwing off cars mass when I hit the pass
Just might spazz back on my shit
Hit a lick on shawty nip
And then I get behind her
Then I slid it in, we sin, she grin, we win
Oh man where'd I find her
In hell it ring a bell, oh well that pussy make me wanna wife her
Way too cold, my shoulder never drip
Ghost getcha gooch froze when I give you the slip
Not your word back on your shit
You talking about hits, but can't do shit
You coward
Not serious about your biz i'll treat you like a bitch
No power
To beat me
Bitch you gotta be way more fucking sour