The Fresh Prince of Self Flair (feat. Krohme)

I bust quotes that are cutthroat
Like a Rambo knife, welcome to the jungle
Best to remain humble and not go gung-ho
I have blunt blows for rappers talking about the blunts and blow
Running home just bunting domes
My punches go as concussive blows over percussive tones
Without cussing, so recognize I'm the illest ever
To Will Smith the Record and hand the duffle slow
I'm in my element like a Bunsen glow
Producing more heat than Griselda opening wing spots in Buffalo
What I'm building's on the rise and they're ducking low
Who doesn't know colliding with me in the thunder dome
Fractures more than a dozen bones
Or that I sink moons and make suns explode
Rappers are drunk and loaded off the rum and coke
Talking about the guns they load
Candy rappers, gummy clones with no guts to hold
Sounding faker than MJ's rubber nose
Your poetic justice is just a pose
Tall tales with no base like the sub is broke
I just dominate because these suckers blow
It's a wash like suds and soap, so plug your hole
And don't forget the rubber ducks and boats

It's a fate you had to suffer though
Just know going one on one with me, I'm leaving 1 and 0
And you don't want the 0
I'm saying, you come up short like finger banging in summer clothes
I pull skeletons out my closet and chicks want to jump my bones
Giving single stories before they take me back to the bungalow
And show their bunghole
A couple trashcans and she's showing where the junk is thrown
A botanist the way she makes cucumbers grow
All because she like a couple flows and thinks I'm sick
So when it transmits, she's coughing up junk in throat
I don't want to cuddle, though
Effect and cause, B
These nerds only drug em home playing Huxtable
You could have your favorite strippers on the Vegas strip
Shake dice you wanna roll
End of the day, know your luck is blown
Lately, I've been feeling like love's a quote
That's why I'm stomping mudholes like Stunning Stone

I flex different, with icepick trying to chisel muscle tone
Foot choppers lose fingers down to the knuckle folds
And I bring a dark side just clowning like a Juggalo
I paid dues, I know the price like I think Ruck is dope
That's why I got the props
And you got it Helter-Skelter if you think it's just for show
When the wheels spin, I'm a Midas touch of gold
Firing all cylinders and you can't keep up with Coke puffing smoke
Still, punks and pros want to clash not knowing I'm Strummer Joe
And London's Calling, 'cause this goat
Leaves matter horned like a Toblerone
And you can try to bite, but should probably chocolate nose
On account I'm lathered in a toxin coat
Now all these dudes sound like another toddler spoke
And I'm over heads and that's a bummer, though
'Cause now every jab is just punching low