[Lyric] Mr. Wolf (Aeshis)

[Verse 1]
I spit the shit that make you doubt your flow and over listen
Your show is missing over dosing on a old prescription
And shoulders you got a chip I got a shoulder missle
My flow is golden you been holding onto older pencils
You ain't a killer
You're still learning how to walk
Lines is weak, cheap shots
While OG's is lined in chalk
Trying to talk
Sense to them but nobody’s conving them
We sent to them some synonyms so sentences were sibilant
And ever since they’re siblings been bumping all the sinning shit
And in this shit we find the kind of vibe that fits thе ignorant
I hit your line and by the time you bitchеs get to it
I switch the rhyme so now it’s out your other hand
I flow in hopes to open up the doors to mother land
Them other brothers wouldn’t even hope to find this hand
Let alone play it
I say it don’t spray it
I travel through the universe to prove to you I made it
Then flew through my creatives
Taking loops through outer space and
Shit it’s beautiful for you to pull a line from my arrangement
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[Verse 2]
Cause no one spits linguistic like me
No one really flips the sick shit like spike lee
I heard a bitch was really out here trying to fight me
Well pull up when you see me then and maybe I’ll see
Leave you rapped up like woolen clothes
And leave your body lined up with bullet holes
Smoking barrells like they backwoods
And this pistol gonna teach you how to act good
You better watch your back
Cause Imma sneak attack
And pull up on you out of nowhere like the evil bat
Like the eagle on the feeble rat
You shouldn’t get inside the booth if you can’t even rap
Cause everybody wants to bite my style
But not like everybody could write my rhyme
Or fight my crime shit homie light that line
And puff puff pass if you want half my time
You gotta be high to reach half my height
And you gotta be lying if you think I’m fine
I put the city on M A A D I
And even if you blind you could still see why
I’m
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[Verse 3]
Don’t get me pissed off at the club
Yeah you know I box but I don’t need the glove
To take a sock, is to take away my love
You never had it though
Cause you a addict bro
I bring the 90’s boom bap with an anecdote
I’m the youngest of all of my opponents
So it’s embarassing no one’s come the closest
To showing up or showing off nah I’m joking
But forreal nobody got me in this game cause I’m focused
And ya’ll are bogus
Couple rappers I respect thats the quota
We got 4n and Tiba, Abyusif and Wegz and Felukah and Hesha, Lege-cy anyone them want a feature
Nobody else is a possible reach-a
Your top ten they would kill for teacher
Like me, fresh I see
Straight from the 90’s like fresh Ice-T
Then kill on that multi syllabic shit
And spill all the guns in the attic bitch
It’s fun, I don’t really do rapping but I’ll still crush your favorite while laughing
Cause what’s my name?
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