Catch the drift...

Catch the drift...

Störde mig lite på punks som e tröga...en liten quickie


I don't Rob, steal and take styles to re-create them vividly
Blizz rape smiles to poems and display‘em wickedly
Pretty please, try to understand this situation now
Displaying vowels with greater styles than ever seen
here...this son shine and my words will forever beam
it's like an aura of misunderstood English linguistics
I'll bring this Simplistic enough to handle my business
A misfit, just sipping this flow potion of nitroglycerine
come risk it step in to blizz, get blown to smitherines
y’all are just little fiends, wack as fuck don’t riddle me
so you wanna come test, then contest this spittage kid
eeeyo, is this simple enough? you think I'm shitty still?
Sittin' still, still waiting for a verdict from you “rappers”
youl claim to be backpackers but still come out wack
hmm think, it don't matter what you say blizz'll still rap
look now, fillin' gaps between the weakest link and God
that's where you're seen at the bottom still thinking hard
rhymes seen as delinquent, on the brink of complex
watch these common tests coming from ink in texts
now you're thinking vexed, what? is he over my numbskull?
I don't battle cat's I shoot a hole through their dumb hulls
sinking your battle ships after taking out your cannons
grabbing the ammo blasting words down your canyons
pick on my style and I'll fucking shove it down yo neck
clowns you're next, flexin' that bullshit looking for respect
wanna battle audio? Hell I'll jack a beat and smack a weak-
-rapper as I speak about packing heat you're lacking steez
me weak? never that, peep my demo there's some clever raps
so please hand me a friggin' mic and I'll rip some tissues
half of these kid's here can't flip and got some serious issues
well great, whatever and finally blizz really don't give a shit
fuck a punchline, yadayada, yeah you can eat a didick bitch


flow switch, bursting curses for under aged persons
punching pitiful puppets till I put an end to suffer
stuffing bluffing cats with fat raps I'm blasting acts
casting crass carnage for wanna be lyrical killers
filling random gaps with fillins from a million flows
mah syllables goes whoa, cuz I flow so rapidly
talk smack and I'll still rip the crew that's backing the-
weak tragedy of you and your persona, chump
watch a persons slump from top to bottom lump
crumbs get stepped on, using concealed weapons
smacking' crypt dwelling cat's that's still stepping'
calling your bluff, brawling with stuffed ego's
while I'm balling with hoes calling me tough n lethal
crushing muffled hero's, so suffer you fucking zero's
n catch the sequel, see if you can match pro's n con's
I'm about taking a break now but my flow goes on