Freewrite.

Just writing for the hell of it.

You ain't gotta inject me with truth serum to be honest,
I master each line till the verse is flawless.
And unlike these rappers that glitch in the matrix,
With the same poo poo, sounding like Deja Vu;
I drew my own original
While your style was on tracing paper, copy infringment criminal!
Peeps barely have talent past the borderlines minimal,
While mine is leaping boundries,
Terminating the threat like Arnold in T3.
I make it seem easy,
While you money hungry fuckers make it seem cheesy.
Slow down before you crashing,
This should be about the passion, not the check you cashin.
Flashing your gemstones to look pro,
While I'm Super Sonic, with the chaos emerald glow.
Toastin' those who boost in flows about ho's and s**t that makes radio rap only so-so.
We ain't even neck to neck when you check the finish of the photo!
Simply cause I stand on your shoes instead of toe-to-toe,
Nose to nose, I ain't delivering a kiss to you in the fashion of an eskimo,
But instead I let you know about the bell's toll.
Hip Hop metallica that'll leave your neck red when I hang you with the lasso.
Rip up an a*****e like sex that's outta control and classified as rape when the cops get them tapes.
You fake and ain't worth the target-
Like brand designer purses at the flea market.
No pardon for your crimes though,
I'll take your head, you can keep everything below.
Cause I'm like the Rider in Sleepy Hallow.
But don't sleep on me, better wake up,
My giant steps make these cowards shake up.
Brush you flakes off with the head and shoulders,
While I stampede on your body like military soldiers.
You can take orders like a waiter;
I'm going for galatic conquest like Darth Vadar.
Cept I ain't getting killed by the other Skywalker,
I'm following my dreams like an infatuated stalker.