Apam bomb

My beats keep beating while I create magnificent lyrics to vibe to, continous slick lyrics to ride through. My mindset elevates the vocab to provoke you, my dialect oh no is a mofo it may go pass you. I'm extreme as the sea seems to be deep, just be careful to sew up what you reap. The epitome of me simply disrupts my enemies constantly saying behind my back their not feeling me. ( hmmmm, I wonder who that is, they say black lives matter so I'll let her be). I don't mean to deflect but g flex is shutting down the nay sayers, player haters, black ass instigators, the M effers hate that i'm greater. ( hell yeah, mouth like diarrhea). Seriously What is this twenty year in this business, to all who got something to spew, lets end this. I tried to keep this business like but I rather throw out a apam bomb with my right hand blowing off your left arm until critical damage is done. (Fatality).....this is Mortal combat, destroying the little insignificant no brain inadequate no person of my interests villain wannabes. Hmmm( print out a shirt saying, petrified habitual line steppers) you failed at starting it, I prevail by ending it. Shhhhhh ( the 3 0 5 live) yeahhh