Grime, East Coast Hip Hop, Boom Bap, dark street

Hold up a second—
A dope-rhyming, close-minded individual,
Clocking residuals, intertwined with the timing,
Folded diamonds, coping, climbing,
With the closest exposing and going for mining.
Particulars—ridiculous.
You know I'm focused while I'm—
I know it's a show, so I sew it meticulous.
I'm a pro at it, holding the instruments,
I'm so cold, it's below it—
You know it's a hypothermic incident.
Don't try to refer to your constituents,
No one can fathom the shit you in.
I done heard, so I inserted consensus,
As I'm riding inverted—
What am I? A disturbing person?
But I'm excited to write this,
Then I reword it.
I'm certain it's time to shine,
So don't forget to observe it,
A version of some perfectness—
I know you heard it when I murdered it.
I'm successful nevertheless, fool,
Close the curtains.
It's privately my right—
I'll be conversing with sick shit,
We'll be triumphant tonight.[hook]click clack get back tic tock wrist watch check that bong time hit that impact 6 traps big stacks sintax gift wrapped every syllables loaded like a drum in a get away double time trouble make the whole lane levitate heavy weight pedigree fake mc ill never be
[Hook][verse] hold up a second a dope
We coming up,
No more hesitating or waiting,
It's exactly what I've been contemplating.
It's great, but genuinely,
When you send me, I definitely
Will continue to defend it.
But generally I'm prevented—
Might I mention my intention
Is correcting these wack MCs?
There's an endless amount
Of pretentious lames.
Looking back, all I see
Are the friends I need to contend with,
All my enemies.
You see those lame-ass tendencies?
So I file all the discrepancies.
Don't pretend to be the remedy.
Essentially, I define what kind—
I rhyme relentlessly, impeccably.
My intensity will eventually
Have you bending the knee.
"My Lord" is how you'll refer to me,
Like I come from a different timeline.
I've inserted my will over all else,
Reworded this assertiveness.
It's perverted when a man and his sin
Is disturbing again.
It's high time I've been searching
For a better version of a forgetful person
That's conservative.
If they let go of a conceptual,
I expect that you'll make it consensual.
But I still will bet that you'll try
To define my rhyme and find it hypothetical.
But I just might like the end
And how I fed it—
Straight unleaded
To where you at currently.
Incredible.
This time I'ma let it go.
My rhyme is credible, dependable.
Yo, you may find it regrettable.
I spit it with divinity.
I doubt that you define this,
But by all means, press rewind, kid.
It's my pleasure to bless these measures.
But just remember—
I will never give up.
I'm a contender,
Not the type to surrender.
Mind-bender,
Spitting rhymes like forever.
No forbidden—I'm too cold,
And I'm switching the pole position.
I'm clever, and I must admit it.
However, I discuss it enough—
I'm not kidding.
I flow from the gut,
My endeavor is to bust on whichever.
I don't slow it up.
Whatever—y'all know what's up.
It's SPORADICX and we blowing up.
So continue to showing us them props.
We keep rolling in something hot.
Meanwhile, we the coldest clique on the block.
Lo and behold, it's like some of you forgot.
We quite older, but slightly colder,
And I thought I'd be shouldering a lot
Because I've been told that I've been chosen.
It's high time we be smoking,
It's thought-provoking.
When I'm on the block, I'm knowing
When the cops come strolling,
Wanted to throw us in and lock us in a cell.
It's a tale as old as time itself,
But me and myself go by
Prince of Parillell.
So hold up—
I've been focused on getting wealth.
Before it's at the end of this, I can tell:
We spit it stupendous, kid,
So go on and remember this.
I told ya—
No one's contending this
Or pretending this.
It's SPORADICX,
And we at this with tremendousness,
Backflips with pro tactics.
I done rendered it.
So don't get sad—
We're at the end of it.
Just relax and know:
We representing relentlessness.
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