100% lyrical veteran...

100% lyrical veteran...

Yea, I tried to get the big picture, instead I just clicked
I’ll be dead before dawn without them Medics in flic’s
All embedded in risks yet I better get beheaded by dicks
Than flat rated of one of y’all critiquing ass chick’s
I’ll be Seeing this mist as the fog of war in all causes
A poor bastard soaring without a cause, laying the laws
If y’all read n don’t respond is not my problem at all
I’m fading but don’t bother to call y’all don’t bother at all
Falling towards a botomless pit with murderous spit
Y’all heard me I’m sick, probably the best of them all
But the crest is my fall, testing my breathless appall
The harder I land the smarter my plan will succeed
Demanding a planned event of success for my drop
Proceeding to give my fans that essence of hiphop
My precense is mocked, looked down n frowned upon
Still I am the dopest writer around crowned with flaws



Underground without a cause, pausing for nothing
Kept y’all waiting two years, you’ll applause what I’m dropping
Safe with my sound n’ backed by some of the illest
Had Porter, Swing n soul and Aegiz summoned to kill this
No akilles complex, killing kids with a complex structure
Done flexed my syllable muscles willing to take it further
Verse after verse with word murdering y’all never heard of
But the burden of my seeds is certain to get blurted
So reveal me from the curtains, slurring a sick verb gift
With the destination to your ears that this is fucken perfect
Something rotten, dirty it’s outta Gothenburg y’all heard me
The forgotten son of the meadows uncrowned in the ghettos
Letting off rounds of supreme sound pictures n scriptures
I’m here, ripping it sick n just unpredictably wicked
Blizz the syllable scheme specialist a clean veteran
Settling the standards for rhymes n mean lyrical peddling



A pure gold medal in bold lettering directed at me
A neglected emcee predicting the future at hands
News to advance, you’ll hear my name as the blessed
Enhanced from simply the ill to be claimed as the best
Heads up...blizz the divine lycrically raping heads still
So if you dare to take a shot, end up like the rest...Dead, killed...
So take a shot, give me critique n vision what happens
My weapon off mass destruction is still how I’m rapping
No matter how ignorant you stay I will still step n advance
Blizz is the divine no matter what, still blessing the stands
You can keep your bragging rights n your friends dapz
Your minimal fanbase still can’t match my immense raps
Blizz is the biggest, figure that out from these words
This belittlement will be doubted but over the seas heard
got the world on my shoulders, so succumb by the greatest
I can be the dopes you’ve heard or stay dumb like the haters