I-K-E, 2oona Beatz - The Master

Sharp shooter like Bret Hart with a lead dart
Never outside the target like a red cart
Bred smart spread art God gave me a head start
See me swimming in bloody water well there's a dead shark
I defend the flock from a snake or vulture
Stand in my lane you make the poster I'm taking over
Never break composure Or forsake the culture
Flow could tame a cobra decorated soldier
Give me a 2oona Beat, I press loop repeat
And drop stupid heat like a Martin Luther speech
I'm the one, young ladies and the cougars seek
Slick like Rick and got stories let the ruler speak
Scuba deep, crack the code like a computer geek
You don't want beef like a vegan not consuming meat
Hip hop is Rooted deep, I want change like I'm super cheap
Every last penny, now Salute the Chief

I came up battling it's nothing new
Keep the sword sharp that's why I'm cutting through
All the noise, silly gimmicks and shenanigans
They lack heart like manikins, so they panickin
In the clutch I'm Jordan, Horry, and such
They want me jumping through all these hoops like double dutch
Who gave you power? Who named you a leader?
Atheist turn believer when my ether hit the speaker we don't need ya
I follow my own rules
Got a pot of gold sitting in my pro tools
The wisdom to know fools
Too many "I's" when you speak, even your compliments reek
Of jealousy so I know that it's rooted deep
Don't be mad that you peaked and I'm getting better every week
My sixteens get celebrated but nothing sweet
Full calendar, but any challenger, can get Excalibur
Remind you you're amateur leave a massacre

Written by:
Jon Ramos

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