[Lyric] C.R.E.A.M Remix (Shamrock)

[Verse]

To say the least I'm a beast when it come the beats
None can match or exceed this ink scribed on the sheets
Been ill since my days as a zygote
Looking for a booty, thick like takeo's throat
Tryna tickle the pizda if you know what I mean
Czech that again, and you'll see what I spit is obscene
Kids rapping with the caps to the back, they straight wack
My flows so sick, somebody call the hasmat
Me and the team grinding to hop onto the scene
My rhymes on that rib eye, y'all on that lean cuisine
Its time to get a grip cause I won't grinding stop
Till I see my whole family whippin the six
Talking shit? I'll pop u like the cherry on a dime
Kids smart mind stay sharper then a porcupine
Flow so pneunomia, somebody shoulda told ya
Mess with the white noise and i'll have the homies come and fold ya
You minor we major, you something like a lower case
Murder old school beats, then I leave the scene without a trace
The future's looking sketchy cause my tape's dropping soon
5 years from now catch me chilling up in Lana's room