Sliced Ham

Maybe I- fuck
Maybe I just don't- goddamnit

Aye, maybe I just don't know, how to flow
Maybe I should quit rapping as a whole
I should just stick to what I know
Be content with life, not worried bout growth
If I succeed, I told you so
Or I try this, I fail, oh no
Should I fail, where do I go?
Cause writing this down fills the hole in my soul
React, take notes, as life goes
Be your own critic, of your own show
Do you think you could out rap me toe to toe?
I don't know, but man this rhyme schemes getting old
Let me switch it up a little bit
I'm writing like its intimate
My phone always on 10 percent
So take a hit of what I've written
It could die now any minute
Metaphor for life and shit
Metaphorically I'd fit in
Acting like a little bitch

Little bitch
(Aye!)
Like a bitch
(Yoo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Backpack rapper, but I never packed a lunchbox
From class clown to class act
Be what no one once thought I could ever be
Chop the beat on MPC
Never mind it's MPK
Didn't mean to implicate
A beat machine I have never ever worked upon
NC CARVER turned into a twin automaton
Or in other words, we are a two-man Voltron
Metal shards inside my fingers, feel like I'm Ultron (Damn)
And my raps are well done, I always spit that tough shit
You should've known I'm not the one to fuck with (Why?)
And my bars? They are all produced from tungsten
The heat cannot affect it to the point where I'd be upset (Okay)
Aye, and you can call this shit a setup
Cause I'm only going up while you lying there all just sedentary
The boy a legend like I'm Harry
Sliced up like a ham straight out the motherfucking deli

Yeah that's right, I used to work in the deli department
Sike that's kinda cap, I used to work in produce but anyways
The point is, this shit? Was sliced, chopped, produced (Shut the fuck up!)