If I Could Afford A 9th Wonder Beat

As I crash the mic with volleying thunder
Erupting in the studio while the onlookers ponder
How I did that?
Each verse I disperse is like the sound from a big gat
You better duck like a mallard before I cock my shit back
Recognize it's not a game
I'm a traffic controller keeping rappers in their lane
I spit that uncut raw like cocaine
Then with the next bar I'm numbing your gums like Novocain
I'm Wayne Perry with the literary
Painting pictures with speech call me a visionary
How I murder the beat is just a little scary
Cause anybody can get it call me inclusionary
Oh me Oh My
That needles guy is decimating your top 5
How I thrived amongst monks and scribes
Can only be surmised one the illest alive is how I'm described
Something different
Fuck that E-40 comparison cause I'm killing it
Curb serving these fiends with some addictive penmanship
If you need a fix of prescribed dope, I'm filling it
My tolerance for these novices are diminishing
I treat these rappers like hunters gunning for Venison
Mr. Menacing minster will administer
Ass whippings so vicious Anderson Silva would grimace witnessing
Whew! Let me catch my breath
When I rap it's like a matter of life or death
I pour it all into a song until there ain't much left
And give it 100% I'll never settle for less

Hardcore with the flow and I know how to spit
Number one draft pick 2nd place don't exist
One of the greatest alive lyrically I'm equipped
And if I rapped over 9th it would sound like this

Hardcore with the flow and I know how to spit
Number one draft pick 2nd place don't exist
One of the greatest alive lyrically I'm equipped
And if I rapped over 9th it would sound like this



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Simpson
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