XXL Freshman Freestyle: Logic

See, I’m a motherfucking lyricist
Bitches they fearing us
Back in the day they wasn't hearing this
Now I’m the one who’s steering this
I’m self-driven
Will he kill it? – That’s a lyrical given
New-School style but the 90’s is
Where my lyrics living
My flow is like another Earth, Second nature
I disintegrate ya’, migrate ya’
Then light-saber decapitate ya’
In the beginning they said it was fabricated
As soon as the numbers escalated
But these fuckers just mad that I made it
More chains than when a slave traded
Check it
I’m under MCs' skin like muscle tissue
What’s the issue?
If you talking shit, then I'ma hit you
Grab a pistol then whip you
Then dip you in lava, ain’t no one ‘liver
Second I arrive, I murder it, no
You never heard of it so sick
My lyrics I don’t spit – I regurgitate them
As listeners chronologically study
My words verbatim assassinate em’
The second I raid them like five-0
We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now
I mask emotions like a robbery
'cause when it comes to matters of the heart
Women will clog your arteries
Visionary - V’s up – Rattpack
Young Sinatra, Maryland's what I'm reppin'
Conceal the flow behind the image
Like a murder weapon