Rapologist - 52 Bars

{Verse}

I’m a start popping from start, starts dropping some bars
I start Jumping to Mars, My Stars some rockin’ some Dark
I’m Versatile My Style is Global, I went Far Denmark
I’m on other Shit you can’t get it it’s a fun part

Of this game, this rap thing change
So many times like Drug Dealer’s Fake Name
For the sake of escape, I guess it’s a same case
Thang here going on in this rap chain

Everyone’s in a circle of a race in a same lap lane
Bitch! I hustle, too much in a Studio got back pain
I don’t leave room won’t sleep till my legs faint
And I don’t stop watching my screen, till my neck bent

I pass “GO” Bitch give me my Money
This Rap is a game and it’s all my monopoly
& The way you rappers change, to me its just funny
Went from “The Rappers” to “Artists” and Singing “Bucks Bunny”

Back to G’s if you’re, Bitch just gun me
Down and don’t talk about it on a track and sound too Silly
I don’t know where you walk around, Bitch Come to “City”
We don’t talk SHIT, we smack SHIT! Don’t care who you with is!

I got some God Spitters & we’re Rippin’ it
The City rock with us & we’re givin’ it
The Whole block lit us & we’re hittin’ it
The Role Hip-hop fit us & we’re Livin’ it! (Yeah!)

{Interlude}
I'm a Keep Givin' you Dope
You Keep Coming Back For more
And I only Rap for Those
Who Love Hip hop .. The Most

{Verse}
I’m Comin’ at your Throat like Dracula
Pass me spatula, I’m a spread you over my bread like nutella
You tell a who to kill and eat, I’m a food filler
You just produce filler, you’re a confused dealer, I’m a Booth Killer

I’m Spectacular, Stick yall up don’t need Stapler
I’m a Snap all the greats “so called”, including Fabulous
You rap like an apple stuck, don’t know cuz it never happened us
Don’t compare us, can’t see me need binoculars, cuz I don’t rap Regular

Writtin’ this shit in the A.M
Put fire on every track causing mayhem
Say “Amen” if you safe cuz here my spray came
Over your Head and Body break’em like I Give a Damn!

So there’s no such thing as you might live a chance
“lookout” maybe I show up and Kick a fence
And door of your career then rip your Chains
And more you can’t compare me to you I’m a Guru who grips your Brain

I’m insane for my brain it’s a simple game
But my veins start pumpin’ up and I feel the pain
But I’m already illest and sickest so I could probably pill bane
And remain still same and regain till spend and stay the wiliest fan
(of this game)

Spittin’ like I keep my flame on the propane
In this dope game, how could you be so lame
I don’t show hate, but I’m a rotate
Yo’ name on the hall of fame, you can’t show case with that flow mate