[Lyric] 32 Ounces NoThumbs (Blaine)

It's the/
Most underrated/
Non hated/

From the clique/
That's soon to be the greatest/

But before/
I got to get something off my chest/

Lyrics are back/
And I'm ya royal highness/

From the HigherCreed/
I rhyme with the stars/

You call it the sky/
I say where space starts/

Word is bond/
In my lyrical neutrons/
So my minds neurons/
Turn the next gear on/

So let me shift my lyrics/
With a Alt and a 3/

Cause pressing buttons/
Is how I move keys/

I play the piano/
But say "Come si amo/

These 4 la-ti-anos/
Comparing His Story to Michael"/

I'm Donatello with bars/
Rap-phael for the art/

I get surgical with rhymes/
Like I'm playing the HAARP/

String a vein and pull pain/
Then I ask Hussain/

Cause when I brain freeze/
MotherFcker I freeze frame/
Crystal ball says it all/
It'll freeze after fall/

I Thought I'd drop June/
But yal can wait for martial law/

Cause when I kick martial law/
Using this lost art/

I'll be rhyming in twos/
Flowin on the Noahs Arc/

I'm Poseidon rhymin'/
With Kratos like timin'/

Athena like dimin'/
And His Story finds alignin'/

With legends that wrote myths/
Purely using wit/

This new age pedigree/
Deserves a fcking Mike Vick/

And If I make you sick/
Here's a Eagle and trig/
I pop Lyrica and Tic Tacs/
For this halitosis spit/

Liquid of death/
Like venom infused meth/

Said I couldn't write/
Well that shit went left/

I was in school/
But I dropped outta college/

So peep game/
This fcking HigherCreed knowledge/

I'm dropping in November/
Treat it as a promise/

But ima sit back/
And sip these 32 ounces/