As the title suggests, these are mere throwaway bars. Keystled in the train a while ago, out of sheer boredom.
You need bloods’ accessory to be on top of the game
I access my story on top of the sane
I’m top of the top no need to top the insane
Thoughts keep spinning like a top in brains
Shutter or shotta, I just shot the name
Blocking the building, so no blocks on blocks blocking the same
Crash tracks like I step on top of a train
My plot is a game produced by a lot of membranes
Remember the end game like a member of blame
My rant for the same like I borrowed you fame
Sorrow dipped clip as ink pen clipped in a hollow tip plain
Stay high on that high higher than I could possibly follow a plane
I don’t mean a native organization when I say follow my aim
Tomorrow the same, just swallow the pain
I’m a pharaoh, I reign, so you don’t need to look for that silver lining
Pilgrim rhyming, rhythm binding as a symbiot to my flesh
Symbol symbiotic being a flash as soon as I test
The dash I slash the tested dash right in the middle leaving it with a slash
So I overpower with power the powered imbeciles
Despicable, physical weak, and lyrical feeble should turn ‘em spiritual
Bar for bar ritual, my bar is the clearest by far in the
Game, I’ll be coming at you like a bar mitzvah
My fist the reason I’m occupying Hip Hop like a Zionist
They say I’m marvel so I’m bound to rule with an iron fist
Call it the Voltron truth, punches a lion fist...