Verse for ''Anilyst -- Ruckus'' Contest.

Aiyyo,

I'mma bring the ruckus, til it formulates like fungus

In the school of hip hop hatchets, I'm the roughest of alumnus

Everybody, thumbs up, one direction, on the compass

Better than veteran emcees, I'll lead my people to abundance

The thing to do is listen, I ain't trippin' pay attention

I'm a lyrical magician, spittin' flows that change dimensions

Fact, if it's non-fiction, I'm the illest competition

Hold a hustler's ambition, gone beyond an exorcism

Let the rhymin' guide you, ain't no tellin' what I might do

Can you hear it? Atmospheric, see my spirit's now inside you

Got me in the right mood , bright horizons, shinin' light through

Despite the few who've tried, dude I aint the type to lie to

My style is contageous, but take notice, it's my focus

I've sculpted and I've molded flows to blowup my opponents

Poppin' like I'm potent, not the fastest, not the slowest

But I've got the proper dosage, bout to propser in my moment

Swaggy swagger, moves like Jagger, I'm a Man On Fire

No Denzel, but y'all can tell I'm bout to Yell, cuz I'm so tired

Of the trends & gimmicks, where's the rappers? Where's the writers?

You Go hard, like Bruno Mars? Candy bars have got more fiber

Honestly, it's crazy, all these lazy, so called "rhymers"

They've forgotten, what is sovereign, so right here is their reminder

Sittin' on their writtens, kickin' back in their recliners

All them chickens, and them pigeons, kinda stink like fertilizer

If they want a challenge, here's an invite to the cipher

But don't be too surprised, when I'm striking like a viper

If "Red Bull Gives You Wings" Well I'm flyin' cuz I'm hyper

Hungry? I'mma serve you, but it's just an appetizer

I got the right maneuvers, in Vancouver, I'm the truth

I'm a genius, mastermind, and I was born to re-produce

I crush the beats and move, among the streets a free commute

Ladies love me, cuz I'm cute and yo I'll never be refused

I'm a maestro, at this white flow, not a typo, I'mma seizure

All the wannabes are tight, but I'm a psycho, type of creature

Hit the streets like I'm a preacher, new release, or double-feature

Hear me flowin' through ya speakers, maybe see me on your T-shirt

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