[Lyric] Beatbox (Real T@lk)

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(Verse One: Real T@lk)
I got that autobiographical flow that’s biohazardous
So all the fires happen to tracks when I be rappin’ this
The iller rhyme activist Ravenous rap catalyst
And the fact of the matter is I am just practicin’

I got the right to not open the mic for cowards
Tryin’ to get gased like they’ve siphoned a pipe for hours
The pyro-rhymer with fire power
Forget on 10, I’m on 290 just like I’m riding the Eisenhower

I devour, and spit with assistance of oxygen
And get a buzz, minus the spirits, liquor, and lots of gin
I’m not that U.S.P.S. packagin’
One-and-a-half-day flat-rate
No, you’re not going to box me in

Because I wrote fire front to back in my notepad
And my throat spoke a fragile package of broke glass
So yeah, I’m dropping gems With my rapping and broke ass
And I’m happy travelling; exactly, a no-mad…
[Scratch samples by DJ Boy Wonder]

(Verse Two)
I’ve spoken on the road more often than strippers be ass-rolling on the poles
So while I’m gone, if anyone has ever stolen what I quote
I’m going to notice steel them open and leave them swollen in the nose

I feel like no man, woman, child or bammer
With standard valid grammar
Is doper than Brandon Alexander
They be straining their brains
Trying to manage how to handle
Packing the rap capacity
Turning their eggs into a scramble

Yeah, we’ll damage you
Poets are animals, freestylers are cannibals
I ate like every rapper that I’ve ran into
‘cause every time I brush my teeth I find bits and pieces in my mandibles

It’s the semantical, ill, rude animal
That kills dudes and will do damage to
Any Stan, Andy or Hannibal
Will do damage to
Any Stan, Andy or Hannibal claimin’ he eats MC’s
Just like the cunnilingus that Nick Cannon do