MF Oblivion - Cleverwiththewordplay

My rhymes are colder than the frozen tundra
Coming out from under
Lyrical hunter makin' you overheat from anxiety
Like you were layin' on darkly painted pavement in the summer
You wanna speak down on me
But aren't willing to own up to the words you wield with negativity
You stopped progressing vertically
Flat lined
Like I murdered you with burns
Third degree
Ain't nobody serving me
I be verbally inflicting damage upon
Phony emcees wanting a piece of me
The peace in the vicinity surrounding me and the enemies
Have been broken

On instinct
I wipe out the opposition conflicting with my senses
I'm hard for people to read
Like hieroglyphs

I'm a man of my word
Stand by my work
Just like a scientist
I'm like the hottest drug in the market
Cause cats keep trying to come around to buy it
But they ain't getting none without showing love
Oblivion
I'm just another piece of trash swept under the rug
But little did they know this trash is another's treasure
And I shed pleasure with no possible amount able to be measured
I'm kind of clever with the word play...

Written by:
Reece Bledsoe

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