[Lyric] Dynasty of Rhymes (SCVTTERBRVIN)

Aye, I could Rap to the Rustoleum can shake
While I speak a language that you can't translate
Hell's Bells in the stained glass vase
Concrete gargoyles dripping off the landscape
Run the game like Kobe on a fast break
Industry plants giving me Masonic handshakes
I give A&Rs the gas face
On the beat treating masterpieces like lab waste
My dynasty got nothing but cap space
Turning down Aphrodite's mandrake
You don't like SCVTTERBRVIN you got bad taste
I'm Bane putting Bruce Wayne in a back brace
I should be in the gym getting my jab straight
In bad shape eating Baltimore crab cake
Side betting on this world wide rat race
Dropping rap tapes before Drake was in blackface

Microphone fiend rhyming obscene
My dynasty from the dark side of the dream
Got a variety of tyranny schemes
Won't lie to my seeds, ride or die for my queen
Phantasmagoria A fat lady quietly sings
I'm Ivory Wayans with ivory wings
Blood diamonds blinding your team
Get a ring and change my name like I was Kareem
I rep Paradise Hell it's an irony thing
Switch lanes and make my mark in the winery scene
The whip looking sobriety clean
Fuck the fame I need my privacy ain't trying to be seen
Living and dying for cream
Mo money, mo problems what notoriety brings
Hit the streets like Mad Society Kings
SCVTTERBRVIN the illest mind that psychiatry's seen