Meteor Shower (Freestyle) Video (MV)

Yo, I eliminate all this debris, I part seas with my artistry
You a carbon copy from a sloppy Goyard machine
Who hard as me, rappers wanna act, it never bothered me
What was really haunting me is slackers that was starting beef
Ungodly timing
I feel as though y'all partly rhyming
Kill a crow for hawking, gawking at my older thoughts resigning
Heart as diamonds, hard to find 'em, in these streets of uncertainties
I certainly don't wanna deceased permanently
Hurting my seeds, f*ck it tho, I see the silver lining
I'mma touch it very slow, then I'll go back to the iron
Start writing out my lows on the high-end
She hit you with blows
Get in ya clothes
Then these hoes start reclining
Not on my end, but I'll pay ya ticket
It was very a nice and lazy visit, still
I make a mention that I blaze a sentence
Raid conventions, with great intentions, as I make an entrance
Stay relentless, just in case they try to make a fake invention
Of lost rhymes that's incomplete
Ya lines is simply weak
I grind to see the sunshine reach its peak
I speak to my foes real viciously
I load up the bows and arrows to the hoes that kiss the d
Literally, I'm a literal lyrical miracle
This rap shit becoming active
I spit these spirituals
You rappin' cap in the past tense as a liberal
Half-assed Glad bag trash of predictables
I see a lot of weird rituals from my peripheral
These niggas is not killers, they just want some cereal
I think a lot of things in my cerebral, I'm really not
Obliged by niggas that you idolize as individuals
I'm giving you cold knowledge that ridiculed,
Top-dollar scholar, who acknowledges y'all rhyming in municipals
Still, I'm iller than you pitiful dudes who rap plain
As well of the fact, I'm killing crews who really act strange
Blast things back in perspective, my last name
Got you asking for a weapon of ya preference
I rap for the kings, not the peasants,
I bring with my presence the essence, as I claim for the records
I am reckless with the boom-bap
The fact is, you whack
This rap shit, too lax,
This casket
You a match
Through with two-syllable dudes who's really doomed and trapped
Spitting mumble, that mumbo jumbo
I cruise through you cats