Pneunomic KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

I'm ripping through rhythms and flipping the system, my lyrics are dripping with venom and wisdom, I'm killing the rhythm while building the vision, my syllables spilling and filling the mission, they feeling the prison of skill that I'm giving them.

In the booth laying tracks, making magic happen flow, straight fire on the mic, got the whole crew snappin'. From the streets to the beats, every bar I drop is real, representing hip-hop culture, that's the way I feel.

Yo, check it while I kick this fresh flow, straight from the old school though. Got that vintage vibe with a new twist, making heads spin like a disc. Time to get wild, style's so sick, got these critics looking sick, while I rip this mic quick.

We really spinning, caught him in the driveway and let that Drake talk. I’m pushing up aggressive, no statements ever, just switches and bands. I just booked another flight to stay fly while we keep the drop on the suckers. This life real, no cap in my rap.

Pull up with the heat make em freeze when I blast through your defense like it's nothing see I'm different with the pen game got bars that'll leave you shook while you standing there looking basic my flow surgical precision when I strike you know it's fatal

Yeah, we mad sick in this spot, just staying in the club till it's mad late. They say I got mad style, mad presence, everything we do is just mad sick. We stay on that mad grind, keeping it mad real for the whole club, yeah.

Pull up in that new whip, ain't nobody stopping me. Got them racks in my pocket, yeah I'm balling constantly. Haters try to front but they ain't got what I got. I stay winning, stay grinding, while they watching from the lot.

flickety flack she coming back saying wobbly dobbly hit the track mm'yeah. Supery dupery brother making crazy lazy daisy running through my mindey mind, don' don' stopping till we shine shine shine.