Jump Shot

No haste set my own pace
To pack'em in and stack'em
Right down the middle fiddler on the roof
Like a satellite pour another pitcher
SPF 60
Slick buff the beat
Shine keep the SPF with me heat
I'm the G.O.A.T bleating on the beat
Bleed and mope
Coat check the door of this Rocky Horror Picture Show
Who's more blessed to best'em
No veterans they waiting for the L like Tetris
Gotta be hungry starving for the part
Lion and the wolf guard
Snacking on these sheep
No lies slide with more sides
Than a decagon with a deck of cards
So clean with this rhyme
Uh that it's next to God
Rock sandals like the right hand next to God
My right hand right barbs when I'm pressing hard
The right man for the job do your job
When I enter the room just don't forget to turn the mic on
We ready to go
Write a track without a hook
And now it's ready to blow
That's cause everything I say is like an earworm
Unfolded in your brain like you almost forget to hate
My ass when they say my name
Seeing'em I got your kittens smitten
When I open my wallet I coulda sworn
I heard a ribbit I'm trippin'
I'mma brand new religion where plain
And sight is like a brand new cryptic
I'm with it spend my days mic grippin'
Recite rhymes thick enough for the tights rippin'
Final form from the boards
Hoarding all these beats for myself
Don't compare you to me
That ain't good for your health
And you scared to be me
Jump shot one foot one mic
One brood that could
Look now at this captain I'mma stand over
These rappers 'til my rap is understood
With an Advil in my head
And an anvil in my foot
I'mma grind 'til these people
Think that I'm a Freemason
I'mma pyramid singles 'til
They hit in every station
Like I'm hearing sh*t
Head on up your ass
You been hearing sh*t
But it ain't your business why I been acting mysterious
We ready to go
Write a track without a hook
And now it's ready to blow
That's cause everything I say is like an earworm
Unfolded in your brain like you almost forget to hate
My ass when they say my name
I can manifest my mental bungee jumps
Into a tale of caution
While these hands tremble marathon
With relay pace often
God send is an odd one
All this water's laced
And the raw beef on my napkin
Dinner plate God is great
Said I lay on fire baking cakes
On top of club flyers
I aspire maybe to be
More than some wires
Maybe I should put my phone down
Before the vice versa
And VICE writes a piece
About my over hyped verse
My cousins probably heard this
Like they never heard me speak before
Blessed be these words like you never
Heard a sneeze before this little heart
Of mine got the jaws of life
I'll put'em by this mic
And try to open every mind
And door my gut is kinda core
These rappers lying poor
Now they line the floor
Sine wave grindin'
All they diamonds raw
The only dotted line I'm
Signing is mine
I'm an author every line is like
A shine on my light
We ready to go