Correct Techniques

Yo, I do this for the

Heathens, show you the art of MC'ing

I'm eating, full of more green than vegans

Until the day I stop breathing or my heart stops

Beating, I'm the culture, swooping down on these

Bird-ass **** like a vulture, see the

Hammer they get inanimate like a sculpture

I cultivate my craft in the booth like it's a meth lab

Unstable substance ready to blow any minute

Rhymes infinite, sky's the limit, aggressive eat the timid

I'm top of the food chain in this game

Introspective of pill pain, I'm insane

My lyrical skill worthy of awards

I keep it real in this rap game

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

I got your head noddin' 'cause your neck already knows

I play my enemies like a game of chess

I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik

Jam like a Tec with correct techniques

Slow down homie in this real talk

Ya'll **** horrified by the mere thought

Beef with A is suicide, what's your casket type?

Since you a hardcore **** livin' rapper life

I'm on some hood shit, eat you like Scoobie Snacks

Your girl giving top just to keep her doobie wrapped

Uzis strapped with 16s and my Calico

You still fuckin' with that semiautomatic flow

The ladies say my ratchet is a fully

I beat the pussy up, either way I'm a bullet

Ya'll silly nigs screamin' the Diary of Wimpy Kids

Nicky Minaj you lame so split your silly wig

I keep it real in this rap game

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

I got your head noddin' 'cause your neck already knows

I play my enemies like a game of chess

I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik

Jam like a Tec with correct techniques

Salute Captain! Time for some action

Backpackin' with a Mac and brappin'

Rappers half-assin' **** too fashion

Wolves coming out soon as you **** start flashing

Do this for the motherfucking love, this my passion

They hooked on Phoniks he provide the funky tracks

And the scratching, correct techniques

Our freak beats slap a **** for Hublots or Patek Philippes

You the type of **** be at Applebee's eating steak

I'm the type of **** to go to Paris, France for the crêpes

Fucking with Awon on this mic is a mistake

I'm calling out the fakes, tell 'em hoes pump them brakes

These heads ain't ready for the click I got

Heads ain't ready and I swear they not

**** think they hot but for real they weak

Awon the hardest thing moving in the streets

Bitch

I keep it real in this rap game

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

I got your head noddin' 'cause your neck already knows

I play my enemies like a game of chess

I freak beats, slam it like Iron Sheik

Jam like a Tec with correct techniques