Syrup in the veins, streets made of molasses,
Grimy like the fingerprints left on stolen glasses.
Rubble under sneakers, I stomp where the past is,
Pavement screaming stories, no love for the masses.
Blues humming low like a broke-down Chevy,
Bassline hit hard, heavy like a levee.
Candy-coated dreams in a rusted-out setting,
They floss fake gold, but their shine ain't impressing.Cocky repellent, I ain't feeling your essence,Dirt under my nails, but I’m still counting blessings.Southside venom, Midwest weapon,
Came for the throne, now I'm teaching y’alllessons.
Dripped in venom, snakeskin on my soles,
Swagger cut sharp, razorblade patrols.
Candy paint drip, Midwest ice cold,
You sweet tooth rappers, y’all sugar too bold.
Rebellion in my pocket, got the game in a choke,
808s rattlin’ ribs, every word is a smoke.
Your lines limp, soggy as a southern storm,
I’m the heatwave rising, you barely lukewarm.
Cocky repellent, they scatter, they run,
Dirty south kingpin, the war has begun.
Venom in my veins, rebellion my gun,
Come get it, come get it—ain’t nowhere to run.
Gritty like the gravel under Cadillac tires,
Your verses all plastic, I spit molten fires.
Blues in my veins, Midwest steel in my jaw,
You talkin’ slick, but you slippin’ in the draw.
Whip game ferocious, candy shop delight,
Turn your sweet dreams sour in the dead of night.
Rebel yell loud, my anthem gon’ sting,
Crown me the venom, I’m the bite, not the bling.
Buzz in the south, but the Midwest roars,
Gators in the swamp, wolves at my door.
Snakes in the grass, machete my reply,
Venom in the mic, watch the weaklings die.
Came from the grime where the roaches do the tango,Dodge every snake slithering under rainbows.Choppers sing a tune, melodies with an angle,They play checkers, I’m chessboard diagonal.Roots in the mud, blues wrapped in my spirit,Voices from the past? Only I can hear it.
808s rumble like thunder through the clearing,
Got the block shaking, rebellion’s endearing.
Cocky repellent, I ain't feeling your essence,
Dirt under my nails, but I’m still counting blessings.
Southside venom, Midwest weapon, dirty South charism Came for the throne, now I'm teaching y’all lessons.Dripped in venom, snakeskin on my soles,Swagger cut sharp, razorblade patrols.
Candy paint drip, Midwest ice cold,
You sweet tooth rappers, y’all sugar too bold.
Rebellion in my pocket, got the game in a choke,
808s rattlin’ ribs, every word is a smoke.
Your lines limp, soggy as a southern storm,
I’m the heatwave rising, you barely lukewarm.
Cocky repellent, they scatter,they run,
Dirty south kingpin, the war has begun.
Venom in my veins, rebellion my gun,
Come get it, come get it—ain’t nowhere to run.
Gritty like the gravel under Cadillac tires,
Your verses all plastic I spit molten fires.
Blues in my veins, Midwest steel in my jaw,
You talkin’ slick, but you slippin’ in the draw.
Whip game ferocious, candy shop delight,
Turn your sweet dreams sour in the dead of night dirty south charisma in the air tonight
Poet419
