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Raising the bar

It ain't where you been, it's where you at
Fuck that, fuck that
Put my city on my back
Fuck around and put my city on the map
Might think I have it easy
But really, it's just a different kinda trap
Really it's silly I'm trying to rap
Really it's shitty you trying to cap
As a matter of fact
I could relax
But I'd rather take the time
And stack ammo on tracks
Slick with every rhyme
Cause I ain't getting it back
I'm Yeezy in this bitch
I'm just spitting you facts
What's a king without his crown
Now riddle me that
You superman I'm the bat
Kryptonite on the track
This shit is fucking fire
Just ignite with a match
On every track
Im snapping these backs
And I ain't talking bout hats
This shit is lethal, it's a damn attack
Should be illegal
To even rap like that
Most of y'all like how the fuck
He rap like that
Well it's Eminem and acid rap
Mixed with Kendrick, Cole world, nasty Nas
Busta Bust, Logic, Dre, cube, snoop, Mac Miller all make the cut
Say I can't
Well Fuck you this America

Oh dear, we are in trouble
Hello its the martian

I just don't give a fuck
Why do all these rappers suck
The flow I switch it up
I wish to be something
Irish so I'm lucky
Eyes on this chick screaming just fuck me
But
I ain't no dummy
Raps tight like a mummy
I am literally Anubis
Who the fuck would ever do this
I'm too fucking ruthless
No Eazy-E
I do this shit so damn easily
This shit just ain't hard
When I'm in 3 keys
To right of the space bar
Damn I hate y'all
Wrote this on the train
Next I know it's on a track
These are raps
That would be in the trash
But I guess this a better use than that
I bet that you're confused
So you better play it back
But back to these raps
You are looking at
The top contender
But you know bars, you just a bartender
But you no bars, Return to
Sender
But you No bars, restock at the vendor
I'm outta this world I'm talking Mars
But boy no Bruno
Boy don't you know
Play this at my funeral
Cause this has me dead
And who know how the future go
But I know how that future go
Where ya ass was at
When we took the city over
Where ya ass was ass at
When they asked us what's the hold up
Well where ya ass is at
This verse will bend you over
Cause this shit is fucked
I'll never get stuck
Like Durbin in mud
Hurting is fun
Succumb to one
Who will kills shit for fun
Beat anyone
Medical shit, I will treat anyone
Ending this shit, I think that I'm done

Oh dear, we are in trouble
Hello its the martian

Might say I sound like slim and you right
But isn't it funny
Eminem Is the one that I bite
Dracula teeth and I come out at night
Most of y'all do not write
And that's not alright
You ain't doing it right
Like screwing a dyke
Im putting in work
Call it crunch time
Too full of myself
Eat y'all at lunch time
And what I spit out
Is all of these lines
Sick of punchlines
But you minimum wage
Go back to punch times
Give a fuck what I do
Boy I punch dimes
Leave a mark so hard
Roosevelt scarred
Never land face up again
Like hoes
Never from the waist up again
That's a 6 line metaphor
That you weren't ready for
I would rip it a little more
If it weren't already torn
Wouldn't make sense
If I fucking read it to them
This shit is poem
Written by a mad man
Damn man
He goes ballistic
Syllables instant
Like criminal instinct
Sick sick sadistic
Death by affixion
Na this ain't fiction
I been on this shit
So here's a subscription
One listen and next you'll be missing
Like emails
From Clinton

Alright I'm out, I'm done
Wait a few more? I guess I guess

All these shots and these pokes
And he hopes to be dope
So hopefully grow to be big
And go overseas
So he could oversee
How they all cope with me
Ain't nobody owning me