M.c. k~swift - Robert frost (radio edit)

Consecutive smoke
Better than most veteran flows
Won't hesitate to step on your toes
Steel-toed Timbs
I be bringin the real flows in
Y'all rappers is fake *****, you a ****** kin
Pause, my blisterin bars'll peel yo skin
The venomous verse is strong enough to kill most men
Can't touch it, don't bite it, it shouldn't cross your mind
The way my awesome thoughts combine, you'll have an awful time
Attempting to approximate the purity and quality
Never been a gimmick so a mimic couldn't body me
I got no limits, I'm a winner, fool and prodigy
I'll rock you off the earth and leave you spinnin through astronomy
I generate heat, similar to a solar flame
Blackin out like when racism controls the game
We need to own some lanes where we don't sell our souls for fame
Not just a lil somethin somethin but the whole shebang

Go for what you know
Robert Frost, I'm colder wit the poems
Droppin sauce you hold within your bones
Pompeii K, heat flowin in your homes
Yeah, I go for what I know
Coulda hit the block, rollin, pitchin stones
I conquered temptation, I was focused on the flows
I'm more about the message but my dopeness should be known


I'm just a regular cat who nice wit the words, what's better than that
I grab my pad and turn the level to max
Make it seem easy, far from an effortless tasks
Sometimes I play around, sometimes I share lessons in rap
My mind's the best weapon I have
I be in warrior mode when I step in the lab
No stress, I'm a sav
Every bar is clean like it was fresh from a bath
Wit more flavor than when I add black pepper to yams
I be cheffin the jams since back when fam was slingin the crack
Y'all want the classic feel, I'm bringin it back
I ain't about to change my range and be a singer who rap
You dingbat, you get your head dinged with a bat
I'm kiddin
My styles is killer like the Twin Ghost Experience
Coulda wrote a book on how to flip scrolls for idiots
I love my town but had to switch coasts and get it in
Pardon the delay, y'all was been 'sposed to hear this ****

Go for what you know
Robert Frost, I'm colder wit the poems
Droppin sauce you hold within your bones
Pompeii K, heat flowin in your homes
Yeah, I go for what I know
Coulda hit the block, rollin, pitchin stones
I conquered temptation, I was focused on the flows
I'm more about the message but my dopeness should be known

Writers: Anthony Scott

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