Meddling Kids

Yo, yo
Check the screws, yeah, I told you that my head is on
Evil like Decepticon, toss 'em then we get 'em gone
Running 'round to enlighten the man
I'm takin' any motherfuckers with a mic in their hand
And makin' peace (peace)
Never fold like a center crease
Spit at sixteen and leave an MC deceased, geez
Tell this shit to all your friends, family, and anybody that'll stick until the end
Ready, hot, shook the donut powder off a messy cop
Lookin' nine ways, I just took it off from Fetty Wap
Stick it to you like a Post-It, the most sick
Sittin' on a cloud when I wrote this, you know this
I'm potent with flows that'll go till explosion
If you wanna beef then I roast it
Fuck around the clock, that's a miscalculation, I'm in space
Rocking the mic, my heart's racing, I'm in place
Bitch

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On my wand, is what is currently current
The current in motion obliterating close quadrants, honest
Only hold close, only those who hold promise
Fuck all the persons who don't deserve
So strike the nerve to sip from my wine, no cosines
Not even a second of my time, tick
That's the sound of the bomb that just blew
So my soul igloos
I trade blades with for a legendary status
Apparatus, major, but the media then Instagram pictures
Bitches be like: He cute though so I tap that twice
Don't flatter me, you just think the nice
Please, spitting 'cause knowledge of a hard life prodigy
Don't show no degrees
Fake rappers on my shit like they need some knee pads

(This would've been fine if it wasn't for those meddling kids)
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I get concerned then hear this beat you let me rip in
You get too comfortable inside this script that you have written
Take this piece of paper, crunch it up, then I'll flip it
Can't come on my desk and laugh at all these fucking bitches
Straight from the motherfuckin' depths of my mind
Me and number nine coming straight out of the shrine
I hope that you believe that we're the best that you can find
They let us listen to this track and let us take you back in time
See the clocks trippin' and that will blow your mind
Holding every moment, how much longer are you mine?
Tryna keep my balance as I truly walk the line
It has to hurt more, you just have to be so fine
Take a look as I begin the journey of my life
I dare you to contest I'm as sharp as a fuckin' knife
Come a little closer and I'll make you pay the price (price)

Hallways, beware
That's a shame And the gentleman with the guitar, what'd you do sir?
(There is no threat of an invasion)