F-Note the Visionary - Ranked

Your hype man makes more noise than you do
Your whole set sounding like doo-doo
I can't tell if it's ya vocals or the autotune
Either way i ain't trying to bother you
Let alone acknowledge you
I'm like three tapes in and i ain't going back uh
Type of kush to knock ya out like damn what was that uh
Smoking back to back uh
Something like the new ports
You do not want war
Ya probably ain't even got a sword
But i bet ya got chores
Boy ya not first choice
Need to grow up
Like throw away your toys
What's up with ya boy
Check em
Before I put my foot in his rectum
And have my higher power dissect em
I'm sure his momma prolly ain't select em
But now he trying to seat check us
Do he not know i turned Alexa to a flexer
And Soundcloud into sound proud
I wish you kitties would growl
I'll turn into Groudon just melt the ground
Hit ya with 64 palms with a smile
Rotate uh now you got a ghost face
I'm worried about my craft
While you worried where you gone lay
Ya head down to sleep
Pray the lord ya soul to keep
Cause once i grab the paint brush
Ya blood gone make a masterpiece
And if we asking me
Let's try to dodge the casualties
And go for the placement
While these other legends rank decrease

Written by:
Fidel Muhammad

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