‘#Dontsleeptoolong… ('Serial Killa' FreetheStyleMIX) <Intro>’

Verse:
I stay on it, get the picture like a chirren book
Ya' posturin' don't mean a thing, my aura leave you chirren shook
{-} Darkness in e'ry crevice, heavy presence, see ya' will get took
Play my cards right, you can't conceal the rook
{-} Was on a leisurely stroll, still ya' buildin' shook
My 16's be infernos, make the ceilin' cook
88th century sorcerer when I wield my book
{-} Workin' magic wit' bars, a killin' field of hooks
Ice-grill is my look, stay unapproachable
Thirst unquenchable, plus I'm uncontrollable
{-} But Sun is quotable, a notable voice
When you ask 'em who they favor, never multiple choice
It be me, yes I — always an' forever unanimous
The topic of discussion, e'ryone is a panelist
Nobody's challengin', be my only competition
{-} Prodigious vanguardian, holy composition
Only opposition be my limited wealth
Be penitent 'cause my sins brought– limited health
See, I'm hungry for some wins, when I get atcha belt?
It's to reverse ya' notches, an' pin 'em to self
{-} I know when to slow down, e'ry limit is felt
But at times I overdo it, end up kickin' myself
Tons of ice 'round my heart, won't get it to melt
Hardcore demeanor, but be lyrically svelte

Break:
((Beef's a patty melt, you hardly be important
Still a pistol by my side like– Froggy Went a-Courtin'
Scaldin' when recordin', flawless in assortment
The rawness from my jaws has– awe-inspired your men
Like Foreman against Norton, ya' stumblin', on the ropes
Tryna hold on to hope, no use — ya' gettin' smoked
An' I boast– it be no ghost in what I wrote
Provost when it comes to bars, who do the most?))

Verse (Cont.):
Yeah, you think I'm broke 'cause I'm ~lazy?
But it's really on purpose, keep away the worthless
Money-hungry broads an' saditty whores
{-} All them greedy, wealthy folk be those who really poor
{–} I bare it all an' they feel me more
An' when the words don't work, well, that's what the steel is for
I ain't for the rank an' file, –fuck you an' yo' regiment
Said you would do +numbers/Numbers+, such a +old testament+
Save my voice for bars, generally reticent
On it from the +A.M./Am+ to the +P.M./Pm+, in my +element+
Negligent, told you don't sleep too long
Night terrors spring to life when I'm creepin' on
Yeah, I do this shit wit' ease, while they weep an' moan
I'm just here for the praise, gon' heap it on
Keepin' on wit' the keep on, roll like a juggernaut
Ten toes down, don't matter if I thug or not
Fire like I'm belt-fed, e'ry slug is hot
All it take is 8 bars to get ya' nugget rocked