Grandmaster Z - Verbal Finesser

I'm nice with it
I'm tryna be the shit so to hell with it
Watch me take the paper and put it to chaos with these pens I'm equip with
Execute them with this flow that I'm sick with
Rapping like I'm on some John wick shit
Yeah I'm back with the boom bap crap hitting all y'all like a bat to the back of the head
Instant trauma like transmission
You hear all these rhymes that I'm dishing taking it back, and I mean way way back
With the way I'm going there ain't no slowing down because I'm showing everybody that I'm an all knowing motherfucker throwing rhymes flowing lines
Then all y'all gonna be blowing mine
I'm so bright I'm a glowing mind
I'm always on my grind which is why I'm never behind
Right on your hind
As I'm finessing these syllables making sure I'm making these letters expendable

Yes sir I am the professor
A verbal oppressor
A lyrical aggressor
Cracking your clavicle
I'm making it graphical

I'm gonna destroy you with the boom bap so call it dooms strap
Go ahead say my flow wack
Say I can't rap because I ain't black
I'm a motherfucking bee
Try to piss me off and I'll give you a sting
But you can't catch me with my wings on I'm ready to maneuver
Profound with this shit
I'll astound you and put you in a fit
How does it sound that you pussy like a clit
Bitch you best prepare your arsenal
Rhymes are subtle but remarkable
Trying to out rhyme me with marginal sub par bars
Like I think I've heard it enough that all of you have super cars
My flow ain't up for debate it's undebatable and at this rate it's not rateable
And that fucking brain of yours?
Unlocatable
I can destroy an artist in all this
what do you call this?
Decimation

Yes sir I am the professor
A verbal oppressor
A lyrical aggressor
Cracking your clavicle
I'm making it graphical

Time to flip the time table so I can get more
I'm always spitting in hip hops tip top form that's why the space between us is a fucking underscore
All these mediocre rappers are your top 4
But I'll eat them all like some fucking popcorn
Everybody knows that I murder all these classics using only the illest tactics
Rapping this shit like a fanatic stuck in an attic with hours of practice all of you know that I killed this shit with my wit as I commit musical homicide
It was nothing but legit grit on the pad
Busting on a track like imma get the gat
Try to run and lock the doors
Like agent orange sending men in black after me
kicking in my door hinge four inches in
Ain't no use running because I'm always on ya ass spitting all this gas just got to wait for the light to blow up like I'm having a fucking glow up
My bars moving mountains ain't no amount of hate can stop me while I'm dripping and flowing like a fountain
Like bitch I know I'm astounding
So you better turn around and
Let the verbal finesser work like the grandmaster he is

Written by:
Miles Zhao

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