‘#NOTICE (‘Otis’ FreetheStyleMIX)’

Quite versatile, but narrowed down the rhyme style
Laser-focused on them lines that'll make ya' mind smile
Hard-hittin', send shivers, a chill that make ya' spine growl
{-} I always keep it movin' like a time trial
No question, on my letters like a CAPTCHA
Waitin' for that moment I can capture
Caught up in them raptures, happy tears an' laughter
Buildin' up resolve for the pain that come after
'Cause after? –Has never ever been a happily, gradually
Skeletons, they be comin' after me, grabbin' me
Distal phalanges be sharp, heavy slashin' me
A sordid past an' I'm bound to be a casualty
Ever since my nascency, it's been hell
On this celestial sphere, just a vessel in fear
Tribulations got my soul in a state of atrophy
Can't grasp the gravitas? Then ya' dome's a cavity
{-} Middle finger to ya' life, crush the chastity belt
It's on once I brainstorm, PRIZZY rampantly pelts
Polar caps in my kitchen, niggaz rapidly melt
I want the whole world, baby, not just nationally felt
Comin'— for all mine, my due ain't just due time
Debut for the foolish minds, achin' for dude's decline
Aim for the moon then shine, hit the backdrop wit' a solar flare
My enemies didn't come to stay, but I'ma hold 'em there
Don't give a fuck where you happen to rate me
It is— duly noted if you happen to hate me
Half-asses wanna bound me up an' duct tape me
Walkin' nine milli Jericho wit' the broken safety
{-} Bein' beast just all in my nature
It's a lie if I ever said it ain't for the paper
Work hard an' excel, press on through it all
Took some L's, but them lessons are– all I recall
{–} Now I'm puttin' 'em all– on notice
Set up– an' meet quotas, killin' wit' many motives
Years passed, now older wit' wisdom of ten Yodas
Many that pen bogus, claimin' they pen coldest
Niggaz real bold nowadays, lean on 'em like italicized
Ain't livin' up, don't give 'em alibis
Fuck writin' a rap, gimme my apple pie
{-} Quarter pounder wit' cheese, plus a sack of fries
{-} Sadsack of lies, niggaz that back you are blind
Back to the back of the line, gimme ya' stacks an' ya' shine
Back to them nicks an' them dimes– you was pushin' on the corner
Six seconds away from a goner
Loner, all on a course to live lavish
That allure, make me come out in force– to establish
An empire; see me gettin' close? Feel brackish
Fools get exposed, turn bitter like horseradish