Anonymous

Blind at gymnastics, y'all probably missed my flips
Doubles, triples and complex entendres
But what is that saying? "It is what it is"
Just letting you know there's some craft that you missed
I graft and I get a chance to just spit
Show you all a true lyricist
Cause it is my gift, the present it is, live in the now and be a witness
Let's play with knives, you can put one in my back
Then I'll take it out and I will put it in again
You think that was for you?
Nah I'm not that kinda man, nah I'm just kidding, put that deep into your head

How can I take the criticism
Don't even get the symbolism
Like MK cause I am finishing 'em
You can write like me? try some realism
I'm sure even now you'd be monosyllabic
Give me some criticism and I would be happy to grab it
But don't hate just to hate cause it is so tragic
To ask you what you're talking about and you can't even back it
My lyrics are weak?
Well I bet in a week you couldn't release anything close to the lyrics in me
And with the beat, it's undoubtedly one I would keep
It doesn't match? Well I think you're just giving me stick
So I'm striking you until you think it is lit
I am a threat, and I will be threat, and when you see threat you will detest
Go and eject, like a test F fail your last breath
Are you that sad that you share my track
To people that couldn't even craft the half
Of what I can so I turn my back and you stab
But land in a place without a tag
Then you get mad and attack back by calling my music whack and
Attacking me in front of all your friends, oh wait that is cap you don't actually have

See France is not like us, she takes her shots then surrenders
I turn your web into fine dust, I hope you caught what my mind does
Or do you need a reminder, that I will be here for longer
Than any comments made under your breath I'm taking no wonder
You posting all of those pictures, hoping to find you some suitors
Or to get your fix like some sutures, then I get her in to be neutered
I got the tools to prove that I'm not nuisance but if I use it would you let the glue stick
Or would you let all the things that you think abuse the chance to approve my music
If I improved and grew as an artist would you be able to appreciate my skill?
Then you could see there's no lines that I fill
Then you could see that I see the world
A little bit different, unaligned not at will
See eye to eye but it's unlikely until then I'm gonna be indifferent still
Making those comments you're the fuel to the fire like a cigarette lighter
To a pack suicidal, this is not a recital, this is my life and my vitals
Might go blue in the face if you checking on my health
Don't discredit me, don't treat me like the enemy, I'll defend me with a deadly swing
If you doubting my ability, I'll go and prove it lyrically, I'll show it to you musically
Don't stab me in the back then begin acting like a friend to me

Take your words and just pack 'em cause I am working with passion
You are flirting with damage, put out a verse and then challenge
Cause then your words are made valid, then what you say gains a standing
Until then I'm a terminal and your punches ain't landing