I'm lyricist of the year, pardon my boast
But fly jargon & quotes ‘cause an artist to choke
Or sharpen his growth, regardless I’m dope like a carcass is gross
Why even argue, I’m the harvest, you’re broke
‘cause I'm God’s creation done right
With a spirit of excellence runnin’ through my veins, practically my blood type
Like ‘thug life’s’ practically Tupac’s
Who still got kids in new lots bustin’ a few shots with two glocks
With crack in their tube socks to trap or something
I’m the alternative, you can call this ‘Smashing Pumpkins’
My diction’s of praise, but Facebook friends get enraged
When I drop music links on their page
I’m trying to bring the real so I hope you can take it!
What? you rather me tag you a pick with shortie half-naked?
I’m just sayin’, allow me to witness
Besides, where’s your Matthew 28:19 spirit?

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I'm lyricist of the year, songwriter of the decade
My mom taught me to be nasty with a essay
use the word velocity instead of using speed
I’m god’s monstrosity, it’s time you take heed

I like Lupe, Phonte, even Swoope
But dude when I step in the booth
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!

Papa please preach ‘cause I’m in trouble deep
I should probably apologize to Braille for not being a ‘Humble Beast’
Though I am a beast, filling a clear void
This ain’t cockiness dawg, it's confidence on steroids
You’re looking for songs that got you very smitten
Well Brooke Lugo needs to holla, even Keri Hilson
& I’m trying for hits, I ain’t trying to ‘hit’
Plus God got my wife, I’m finding her quick
Ain’t too many who can touch Jason
I spit a rhyme to crush satan while cupcaking, just sayin’!
No question I’m a problem man
'Brooklyn' like the dollar van, it's God showing off, I'm his hologram
I got a knack to show the savior’s quite real
With sci-fi flows, space invaders type deal
Yo, let me re write those Star Wars prequels!
The illest risk taker since Evil Knivel

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Love the Blood Coalition & the Creature Clan
But today I'm a one man band
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!

For those who been sleepin’, I’m a set fire to your mattresses & pillows
I practice it for real though
I’m beyond this world, I’m practically a weirdo
Forget a misfit, I’m one chicken meal short of a biscuit
‘cause I say God is great on the mic cord
Makes me the prime candidate for the pysch ward
‘cause to the world I’m insane when I spit it
While insane with the lyrics, I’m just slain in the spirit
And it’s plain when you hear it, that I increased the ratio
Of rappers not talkin’ ‘bout drugs, guns, fellatio
But ‘lyricist of the year’ is just a title
If God’s not glorified and rap is your idol
So forget Jason Roberts, call me Robert Plant
Take you on my ‘Stairway to Heaven’ with a rocker stance
‘Uuuunnnnggggghhhhhh’, rappers groan like Chewbacca rants
Turnin’ to the darkside, not a chance!

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I like Seda, Malakai, that boy Gauge
But..
dude I when I hit that stage (3x)
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!
What?!!!
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I rock with Slaughterhouse, that boy Em'
But dude when I'm droppin' a gem
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!