Prelude To A Freestyle

I fell out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas

Now the world wanna see my story all on camera

That’s Magic

Described by a Hater

That’s tragic

Billy Shakespeare was in his grave doin backspins

The attractive power of every verse was so intense the ladies required napkins

The credits rolled:

Below average seemed lavish

Garbage ass rappers

With a goudy no class chain and a fitted turned backwards

Black on black anti semite rap wazyap

I’m out that nolia So niggas’ll surely clap if I ask em

Whip a nigga out his clothes from Freret to Jackson

Nobody’ll ever wonder or talk about what happened

C’mon Son

Who Better than us?

Them?

They ain’t even figure out they own style yet man

And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless

Any bitch I ever said strip to got topless

Any click whoever said shit

They got rocked

So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit

We natural born fly guys

Twist up yo Garcia Vegas and toast to the wise guys

We made it to the high rise

Georgy and Weezy and Lionel and Jenny Kravitz

Jigga and J. Cole

Jay Electronica

Magic

Jeeeeesus

Uprisings in Egypt

The black Gods free up

The Land erupt

I hope one y’all is feelin me

Some of yall gotta wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it

Oh I get it

Niggas wanna hear me spit it

But I never take shots

Without establishing pivots

Itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout

Moses with his ra hit the staff and got the water out

Powerful parables

I learned from the lips of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like Clipse

Now there’s a whole wealth to dig thru

But yo shit it’s too shallow for me to dig you

Feel me

Man these wack niggas kill me

The wordplay was sweet but the rhymes don’t thrill me

You lose

Quit believing in the news

The Asiatic Blackman conveniently rude

Sincerely yours

The Most Global