Tripolar

[Intro]
Motherfuckers, huh
Oh yeah, you just think there's a lot of motherfuckers that do this shit?
Nah, there's very few Tru motherfucking lyricists
You feel me? Uh

[Verse]
You're looking at the lyrical Spartacus, [?]
Stab you in the motherfucking artery, there ain't no one as hard as me
I'm bout to hop up on the beat with harmony and lyricism
Spitting from the heart, make it a part of me
Pardon me, I beg your pardon, you can part it partially
A lot of rappers spitting nowadays just ain't that hard, I mean-
They only saying "hit em with the"
Only saying "pull the trigger"
"Hit em with the venom" "blah, blah, blah"
"Nigga, nigga, nigga"
Tired of the same old shit, tired of the same old shit that you spit
Bitch, check the statistics
A chopper should be spitting the quick shit, the wordplay, vocab, and multiples, tisk tisk
The piss shit at the bottom of the rap barrel
Me, I'm on top of the rap barrel but I'm not that sterile
I'm a little bit sickafied, rip their mind
Dropping them all off in a river, right-
Next to the decomposing bodies that I murdered then put up in the river the night before
See, I got a little bit of a serial killer mind upon a mic with no remorse
And I come up with the antidisestablishmentarianism, I got it fizzing in your pores
You don't really wanna get to fucking with the DNA, it's Tru Lyricism at your door
If somebody thinking they're bringing it better than mine, I'm fucking them all up
Call up anyone you wanna fucking maul up
Been doing this for fifteen years straight
Ya'll just sitting on the same old pedestal, balled up
Catch a beat-down, [?] off the wall
Pipe identical to, I behead a fool and cut all the-
Limbs off, throwing them in a trash compactor
Tragic after they find them boxed up and all fucked up
Just shut up and nut up before I cover in butter another motherfucker running his mouth again
Go inside the 9-10 in a rhyming state of mind, and I kinda wanna die em, they work their mouth again
Next to me, [?], while I order me a burger with extra cheese
Triple-stack beef, yeah, triple that beef
Cause I love to eat meat, then I'm gone, meep-meep
I'm solar, nobody colder
Oh lord, lyrical warlord spliting people with no sword
Press record, watch me squash the whole world til there's no more
Suck it, "can I get a break?", no whore
If I'm getting paid for this, I split shit like a razor, bitch
Up in the game and I'm making the whole score
Now I got a emcee standing in front of me
And I got him more nervous than a convinct in the parole board
Carnivorous, roar-member this
You get the point like the end of my teeth, that's [?] tripolar
Telling me you're never gonna make it from the way that I be spitting
I'm up in the game, I'm coming to get em
I gotta murder anybody stepping in my path
I shred em into pieces with the lyrics that I'm spitting
Imma hit em with a minimal effort, can I get a 'yessir"
Sergeant DNA, sergeant
I don't think that there's anyone that can fuck with me
I don't think that there's anyone that can fuck with D-
N-A, Sprite and those killer L-Y-R-I-C's
Tripolar, mixtape, kill the fucking beat