GodSyllable - Superlative

I'm superb and efficient
Keep it hot like a furnace
And I'm burning like wicks
And I'm turnt like a piston
12 mother fucking cylinders in the engine
And I'm hurting my victims
Gurney to a hearse within minutes
I killed it
No murder assistance
Leaving no person to witness
Music and me is what church is to Christians
This isn't a sermon I'm giving
But you learn when you listen
Cursed and I'm sinning
Submerged and now risen
The verses I'm spitting deserve your attention
Committed perjury from words you invented
Can't discern them from fiction
No attorney to sit in
I'm asserting your verdict and sentence
Your girl's like a curb
Cuz I swerved now I'm hitting
I'm more like a tourniquet twisted
So high you thought I turned to addiction
You're fly as a turkey or chicken
And softer than fur on a kitten
Put your ass to sleep
Your curfew is ending
Gave birth to these kids
I'll reverse and omit em
Any urge than I'm getting
I'll purge with the venom
A surge of adrenaline
This isn't even 30% of my ability
Won't let up
I'm surely a villain
Spreading my wings
Like a bird independent
Impervious
The sturdiest building
Making em surrender
No mercy submit em
Pop that pussy like kernels
And you know that this
Record's got vertigo spinning
You're worth less than dirt that I'm kicking
I got surgical perfect precision
You nervous and skittish
Always coming in first
Cuz I'm winning the tournaments
I'm strapped like the purses on women
And I'm allergic to sitting
I rap off the top like turbans
I'm smirking and grinning
Over your head like serving in tennis
But I'm not gonna go around
In all these circles again
I'm perverted and sick
Always a current event
Cuz I work you apprentice
I'm flossing refer to my dentist
You may have heard I'm a menace
Determined and sinister
Flirt with the medics and nurses pathetic
No virtuous ethics
But perfect attendance
You bow to me you get a curtsy
Good riddance
The curtains are ringent
A third of you peasants
Are worthy contenders
A thirsty Lieutenant
With superlative and turbulent weapons
This my home see my jersey you tenants
Like my girls curvy and jealous
Her pussy's dessert
Got a new servitude fetish
It's absurd what I insert in her crevice
Turning her cervix to relish
Just start rolling the credits it's over
Time to get some exposure
Welcome to the GodSyllable culture
Think I'm in heat riding the beat
You're my chauffeur
Compare you and me
Is a Marine to a Soldier
Cooking up nothing less than the Kosher
Words are my weapons
And I'm blessed with the holster
20 paces and I'm peeling ya cap
Killing the track
Drop this album like a missile attack yea
Stop wasting time
And just give me the plaque
Possessing all the talent
And the skills that they lack
Don't ask for a feature
I'll pillage your rap
The Mafia behind me
Yea the Bills got my back
Kidnapping your dignity fast
Knock it out the park
When I'm swinging this bat
Scriptures are are vivid depictions
And your image is flat
Maybe now you'll see the lyricist
That slipped through the cracks
Yea we'll see

Written by:
Joseph Smith

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