In My Element

(Ay that thing pretty nice for a splice loop, lets get it)
I make this shit look effortless, fresher than some peppermint
Def-er than you ever been, high as if I'm heaven sent
Fire like my element might agitate, a higher state, don't hibernate
Your boy a multi-hyphenate, production team my fingertips
Spittin' bars and singin shit
Bringin' hits like lumberjacks to logs do
When they swing and split, bleeding edge the axes head
Connects to misdirect the swift, departure of your neck and shit
Don't underestimate the kid

Combos like it's tekken this gon' have to be your favorite shit
P.O. like you checkin' in, got you on probation, bitch
Taxin'
A genius mind, troubled deep inside, but still I be reclined relaxin'
I make the steepest climb to redefine the scene of rhyme
Ready for that action
Tight like it's contractions, move like a contraption

I be precise
Mix this shit with passion
The beats are nice
I turn this shit to ashes
When I ignite
Every time I step to mics, with the fire that I write
Never too tired to fight night beats, like I'm Mike Tyson
Seasoned with the right spices, freezin' like some ice spikes
That's drippin' off the roof, I'm chippin all of they toof
I mean chippin' all of they teef
You don't want no beef, hail to the chief, I'm the Don Lino
I send you down to the reef to meet Nemo
When I zap you with the chemo
They gon' need to bring Reno, leave you lookin' maraschino
Steeped in pinot
When I'm up here speakin' like a keynote
Ayy, so take notes
Cause these some great quotes
My jaws could break boats, my balls can't break those
Money trees I rake dough, I like thick hoes with cake, oh
And fat stacks of bank notes, fast track to places you can't go
That's VIP section steppin', loaded cocked and preppin' weapons
Police askin' hella questions, I ain't got no recollection
Givin' these hoes the best impression, every time the sex connectin'
I gotta put the extra pressure, haters they be expectin' lesser

And never get it
Forever wit it
I'm level headed
And I'm clever witted
This fire rip like the devil shitted
You just might need kitchen mittens, I just might be splittin' kitten
When she get this Richard Nixon, off the top and rippin' writtens
I take shit to fifth dimensions, watch me go and dip this chicken
Right before I fix the mission, ay man I'm finished spittin