‘It Ain't Over / Take 'em All On (FreetheStyle REBOOT #5)’ Never be mistaken, notice all the fakin' Niggaz steady hatin', 'cause they ain't cold as Satan Ninth Circle verbals, Dante's Inferno Make ya' blood curdle, murder in my journal Heart invierno, rhyme sempiternal Deeper than my dermal, born in a wermal [wormhole] Flexible, not rigid, gifted like Diwali I— shine like Bellatrix, never one to folly Lookin' for the hottie, wanna +grip+ me like a +dolly+ Lick my dick up like a lolli an' she thick like Mindy Kaling I'll be jolly, –wit'out the white beard an' sleigh Used to view in black and white, sight veered to the gray Neutrality— stay off in yo' zone, I'm 'bout formality Head full of dreams but I do this for reality Full head of steam, see that locomotive barrelin' You can get high, I just wrote a scroll of heroin {–} An' when I write, the right hand is where I keep the peril The Pentel just smoke like a heater barrel These niggaz weak an' sterile, I'm feral like the Feliformia You ain't got the swag to see my formula {–} I got it wrapped like a tourniquet, mo' game than a tournament Been at this for years, you– still need to learn a bit {—} I say I'm hot, then I'm hot, watch me burn this shit Zinger after zinger, shit's gon' burn a bit –Won't stop 'til I'm at Bank$ level, skin like tank metal Say what you want 'bout the kid but you can't dishevel —Or disturb He stay on alert, never get unnerved That might seem absurd, tryna be the hottest that you heard So pardon, but for me, modesty is not a word Obviously, it's part of me to flip the bird Give no fuck, 'cause logically you obsolete—let's thin the herd, uhn –It's either stiff dick or cold shoulder Heads up, bitch, you know it ain't over Heads up, bitch, you know it ain't over… **gunshot** It's been expected, them suckaz gon' run interference But them babies hurt nothin', never will break my spirit All clear, stay focused, put that heart in my lyrics By comparison, they never ever match my appearance An' I am– e'rythang I proclaim to be, they lames to me Fuck all that wait an' see, you should be ashamed to be Them kids who can never deliver, heads on swivel Watchin' all the fraudulence, waitin' on you to shrivel Like a penny to a nickel, diamonds to glass My rhymes in the past left a line 'round that ass It's been a while, you wonder if I can still chalk 'em But I got nothin' but bars, an' you still talkin' It's whatever, draw a line in the sand— still walkin' Right over that bitch, I still off 'em If it feels wrong, then it is what it is But I still feel right 'cause I did what I did Defendin' my soul an' pride? No other way to live Let them muhfuckaz whine, get a Binky an' a bib Sissy-ass fools, suffocate 'em in the crib I articulate it good, but don't ever call me glib I— throw jabs, the cut of my jib Is— porterhouse, wit' a cup of Mr. Pibb A chocolate soufflé, lava centre an' gelato The whole enchilada, saucy be the motto Domo arigatō, I'll be back tomorrow Bouta get lit then chill in me grotto {–} Laid back wit' the mic on my nuts Always had guts, simply why I talk tough