Emergence
Flow flat like Rosie o sat right down on you niggas
Park Place rhymes slaying you Baltic Avenue niggas
Boardwalking through your town I ain't fucking around
Your short lines force mine to be cracking you clowns
You down for the count and the ref already started
Watch your ass try to get up you look kind of retarded
Said to the dude yo if you want this punk to survive
Speed this shit up I suggest you start counting by fives
Call 911 the police and I hope they ain't far
Fuck that hit up the damn national guard
For some reason y'all thinking that you can handle a monster?
This is my ring fucking with the Pandoras Boxer
Down no mercy I'll be kicking you lames
Chemical flame jump in water and the shit will remain
BillZ up on the track you know a nigga ripping it again
Lacing up the fucking kicks my nigga I'm going in
Beats and BillZ we the best of friends
They saying rap is dead well I'm the next of kin
No Barbie this nigga BillZ be flossing for days
So gaudy not the star player I be coaching the plays
An army sitting behind teeth killing these rhyme thieves
I got the fine piece and I be getting so high peace
And I be touching skylights after
Niggas lame call me blade to you twilight rappers
Get the place live my nigga I'm a model of rap
You lose track of tick tocks like a bottle of jack
Your rack is very nice these ladies don't need a price
Bodies shaking and rolling and I ain't talkin about dice
Alright this nigga BillZ you can't top that shit
When I get up on the track you know I rock that shit
Call the flow a high rise cuz I will kill them off the jump
Food for thought my rhymes will way more than fill them up
Bake whole cliques with the flow and y'all couldn't aspire dinner
Skip a step I spit that lightning BillZ is a fire bender
Everything mastered though no Aang I'm Roku
Left with no crew size twelve left with no shoes
Flow cruise control ain't even trying with y'all
Climbing the wall of greatness kicking you watching you fall
Yo most of these rappers everything lame o they made
My flow stick to them and explode like halo grenades
I know you trying but ain't damaging not feeling when you spray
About to show the skill and flaunt it make it clearer than blu-ray
Y'all still VHS in so ain't messing wit me
If I leave your career alive that's what your blessing will be
Strong flow metal jaw and it be busting elbows though
Flow out this world couldn't even see it with the Hubble telescope
But y'all must have known it though nice lines y'all see those in fact
My flows so sick your flows get ripped yo I'm the Neo of rap
Say Morpheus is hip-hop the game been looking for me
And even though I'm new at this won't see no rookie in me
Skills of a vet you can bet like meth I be causing death
The rest won't flex the best is acing every test
Put before him flow will gore them leave them leaking on the beat
Black ice flowing no warning before they weak and off they feet
Y'all got that perjury flow still tryna claim it true
I'll have you shook and out of pocket like a grown up kangaroo
Flow cleaner than that bald dude I guess I be rinsing much
People ain't feeling me they must not have a sense of touch
Park Place rhymes slaying you Baltic Avenue niggas
Boardwalking through your town I ain't fucking around
Your short lines force mine to be cracking you clowns
You down for the count and the ref already started
Watch your ass try to get up you look kind of retarded
Said to the dude yo if you want this punk to survive
Speed this shit up I suggest you start counting by fives
Call 911 the police and I hope they ain't far
Fuck that hit up the damn national guard
For some reason y'all thinking that you can handle a monster?
This is my ring fucking with the Pandoras Boxer
Down no mercy I'll be kicking you lames
Chemical flame jump in water and the shit will remain
BillZ up on the track you know a nigga ripping it again
Lacing up the fucking kicks my nigga I'm going in
Beats and BillZ we the best of friends
They saying rap is dead well I'm the next of kin
No Barbie this nigga BillZ be flossing for days
So gaudy not the star player I be coaching the plays
An army sitting behind teeth killing these rhyme thieves
I got the fine piece and I be getting so high peace
And I be touching skylights after
Niggas lame call me blade to you twilight rappers
Get the place live my nigga I'm a model of rap
You lose track of tick tocks like a bottle of jack
Your rack is very nice these ladies don't need a price
Bodies shaking and rolling and I ain't talkin about dice
Alright this nigga BillZ you can't top that shit
When I get up on the track you know I rock that shit
Call the flow a high rise cuz I will kill them off the jump
Food for thought my rhymes will way more than fill them up
Bake whole cliques with the flow and y'all couldn't aspire dinner
Skip a step I spit that lightning BillZ is a fire bender
Everything mastered though no Aang I'm Roku
Left with no crew size twelve left with no shoes
Flow cruise control ain't even trying with y'all
Climbing the wall of greatness kicking you watching you fall
Yo most of these rappers everything lame o they made
My flow stick to them and explode like halo grenades
I know you trying but ain't damaging not feeling when you spray
About to show the skill and flaunt it make it clearer than blu-ray
Y'all still VHS in so ain't messing wit me
If I leave your career alive that's what your blessing will be
Strong flow metal jaw and it be busting elbows though
Flow out this world couldn't even see it with the Hubble telescope
But y'all must have known it though nice lines y'all see those in fact
My flows so sick your flows get ripped yo I'm the Neo of rap
Say Morpheus is hip-hop the game been looking for me
And even though I'm new at this won't see no rookie in me
Skills of a vet you can bet like meth I be causing death
The rest won't flex the best is acing every test
Put before him flow will gore them leave them leaking on the beat
Black ice flowing no warning before they weak and off they feet
Y'all got that perjury flow still tryna claim it true
I'll have you shook and out of pocket like a grown up kangaroo
Flow cleaner than that bald dude I guess I be rinsing much
People ain't feeling me they must not have a sense of touch
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Writer(s): Jeffery Johnson
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