The Gift Rap

Yo I been thinking out the box
Like I'm Cool Hand Luke
Cuz they be tryna lock you down
Like the Wuhan Flu

Moving sick on the ground quicker
But keeping it smooth
Chase you down like that brown liquor
And making you snooze

Can't leave you on a sour note
That's like the blue belt blues
They melting out the hot pot
Dipping like fondue

I'm a grappler known for scrapping
And snapping em loose
On the mat I'm attacking em
Wrap em up in a noose

So many been asking bout the album
Like I can't come through
But I been plotting and planning
On how to make my debut

So I present The Gift Rap
Without further adieu
I think it's time to hit you with
That Learycal Kung Fu

The onslaught
Not many capable to take the abuse
I'm unshakable check the haters
They quake in they shoes

So gimme the loot
No big to wear you out like boots
Down on the mat or up in the booth
Whatever place you choose

The outcome gon be the same
Either way you lose
Whose the loose goose rooty-poots
Thinking obtuse

Think they produce my type of hits
I think they confused
I'll drag em to the brink and sink em
If they think they got juice
Truth

Chuck deuce like I'm throwing the peace out
Freestyle
You know just what to do
When the beats wild

Meanwhile
I'm sort of like a geek in the streets
But lethal, I could teach you
How to roll with the freaks now

The old school style
Bringing it back like new
They said we want it trapped out
I'm like who asked you

A pioneer that could rap
Like a veteran that's revered
S'why I be stroking on my beard
Like I'm Fu Manchu

Now they be looking kind of weird
Like I know that dude
Might've seen me in a meme
They like oh that's you

Straight playing the fools
I been paying my dues
I'm just saying what I'm spraying
Levitating y'all crews

And the bass drop hard
In the place like an anvil
Out of control
Make you want to fly off the handle

You know it's going down
Tell your girl and your man too
This the type of joint
That Freakazoid and Boogey could dance to

Affiliated never gang related
Going Rufio up in the booth
I grip the mic
I'm finna Bangarang it

Swing it around like an orangutan
It's like a celebration
In the China Club
I'm chicka chung changin in it

No cocaine
But this a helluva drug
Malevolent hugs
Are given by intelligent thugs

They tryna take you out dawg
Better duck under cov
Hit you with the scissor sweep
And roll you up in a rug

And everybody know the story
It's a bit notorious
Real Arashikage warriors
We fast and furious

If you still ain't rocking with it
And you kind of curious
We can show you why the Gentle Art
Remain victorious

Self defense
That ain't even the best part
It's confidence
Walking like I'm covered in Beskar

Yes lawd my team clean
Reigning supereme
We get it done by any means y'all
That's Malcom X-guard

The grappling bard
I'm keeping it rad
I'm breathing heat through your speakers
On the beat when I gab

Y'all needed it bad
I made it with a pen and a pad
Get in the lab I record it
And present it with swag
The Gift Rap