As you can see, I am proficient in the art of takin
Your takin is no match for my KickStyle
Come at me with everything you have
Prepare yourself
Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit
Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the **** off, homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)
Come the applause, thank you
I love that you feelin its like withdraws
Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease
Painful everyday like them, our people been strugglin to wait through
Ill deliver, piece on the platter to the hateful
See me shine in they face and then they somethin less-so grateful
To be alive before its off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like its Cable and Kane
So to take this shit in the vein or you gon meet that fable
I got time to kill any more of you, if you got too much pride anneal
Before I don em, Ill make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol up
Please dont think no part of this language is anger for you of hell
Probably say that Im just poppin off
Out the mouth I say, of course, as I reshape the earth like I was God
Spit whats real, I couldnt pass facade
Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant
Inside my mothers abdomen, uh
Grip by forces when my ass was born
Stubborn, his ass is a song , til they told my shoulder
At a psychic, guess this why Im outta pocket more
My birthin doctors was bad as healin as Aquaphor
That still aint stop me
Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats, Im eatin sashimi that I can muscle, really
I do humbly receive, this melody
The 10-11 sentence can be with my cutlery, uh
RattPack, shit, mother****er, yall know whats up (Uh)
Its Vinyl Days, JMARS (Yeah)
Logic, Big Lenbo, the mother* ***in veteran, set it off (Uh, uh)
Its Leon the Teflon, vaguer born
Microphone madness, one step beyond
Turn around and look at that gate weve been on
RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form
And Im right back, nigga, like Ive never been gone
**** calm, ring the alarm like tennis arm
When I grab the mic, you know I drop bombs
Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz
Never vs. us, ****ed up, trust us
Yall see before the gust
Throw arms, dead mics on sight
The arsonist, apart from this
Life as you know it, come from the lowest
Driven and we stow it, cold-blooded, they all know it
All seen it, probably seen it , cant reach us
Follow me on the journey, its me and Bar
To the start of this book for the fame, came, life is smart
When the flame was a spark, had nothing to lose
Everything to gain when this shit wasnt a game
So you came with your heart feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect game in the dark
Playin games leave you layin in the chalk
Want beef, then we bringin it a la carte
Nigga, wait on College Park
BobbyBoy Records, mother****er
RattPack all day, real all the time, you know what it is
Yall aint ready for that College Park shit though (Hahaha)
We them mailin boys, homie
Eat a ****
kick style