New Flava

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo
You know who it is
Dwoyo
Classic sh*t
Yeah
Look, look

[Verse 1]
Step up out of my vicinity
Fire flow coming straight down your chimney
Everybody knows that you ain't who you pretend to be
And I don't think that you can handle my intensity
Raising my stock, you don't know what else I have in store
Search until you can't no more, clean up on aisle four
Loved by the publics, all you do is win di*ks, see?
No wonder why you always say you go ham
Nah man, you're mistaken, your sh*t's already bacon
I been cooking, overlooking's only gonna get you taken
By surprise, when you realize that I can verbalize
Leaving you hypnotized and paralyzed until you idolize
Otherwise, Ima have to teach you not to generalize and show you why the rhymes that I comprise are hard to find
Who am I? A skinny dude with a vocabulary
Hoping I don't have to keep calling my dreams imaginary
Go back to your corner, keep on playing secondary
Single handedly winning, you could call me Odell (wow!)
How I do so well, do tell? Spit bars like cells, I do excel
Take a chick you met and take her back to my hotel
Different girls riding me like I'm a carousel
We're 50-50? You're gonna have to master this, I heard you and your raps are sh*t and that was just the half of it
So please play the part of Iverson and answer this
How do you think you're good when no one understands your sh*t?
Out of curiosity, what's with the hypocrisy?
You've been talking blasphemy while I'm spitting the homily
If I show ferocity, I'll turn to a monstrosity, and atrocity
Killing the villains while sinning and winning and do it in different velocities
Real rhymes come from real minds, my philosophy
Any questions? Nah b*tch, you ain't Socrates
I'm murdering the game and ain't nobody stopping me
No record deal arresting me, tryna make me cop a plea
This music lacking in some quality
Rich dudes buying bars from the dollar tree
Richer n*ggas writing checks instead of writing bars
What do they tell them ho's riding in their shiny cars?
"I made this, yeah b*tch I claim this"
That's shameless, credit to the dude you found on craigslist
But they'll still be on everybody's playlist
Cooking up beats, but the food is so tasteless
Yo sh*t is irrelevant, my flow is so elegant
sh*t's about to drop just like a chandelier
There's a reason why I only f*ck with Seminoles
I play em with my poetry until she shakes the spear
So listen up, I got a different flava for ya ear
Serving delicious rhymes and making haters disappear
I'm on a different tier, my league is so premier
I've got an Arsenal of rhymes that you need to hear
I'm thinking of sh*t like this like all of the time, all on my mind, original, lyrical, make these miracles, reaching the pinnacle, gimme some time
Man I know that's your girl, but I want her tonight
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to try? (what else)
Once I grab the pen, you could thank later
Ima turn blank papers into bank papers
Empire, boy I'm headed for the skyscrapers
Till I walk up on the sky, where's my lightsaber
Hope you enjoy the rest of the mixtape
Full of thoughts I never knew how to dictate
Now my cranium is bigger than a stadium
It's good to know that my dreams are in good shape, uh

[Snippet: Chris Collinsworth]
(Oh my goodness!)
Classic sh*t, man
(This is sick, put this to music!)