Romz the Great - Not Ready

Naw I ain't trynna spit another rap what I been through
Instead I'm trynna tell you 'bout the bullshit I sift through
Flipping through my catalog like any beat I'm a give you
But you ain't fooling me my minds sharp like a ginsu
Grip mics like pistols, when I bust I get in you
I'm opake but you fake homie you're see through
Stuck with feeble writtens and rhythms your people don't believe you
Let's get real, I do it all so I really don't need you
Call me evil I don't give a fuck,
Known for sticking to my guns but duck
When I'm mashing in a mini truck
That's that Guam in me, pride I got plenty
Inside my heart you see my pops and my mom with me
Fam I got many, plans I'm top heavy
Taught to use my brain you'd do the same if you got any
Crushin' Egoz steady, mashing the gas heavy
Turn the other cheek man you weak and you not ready
You all shake, I'm top shelf, I'm half baked on myself
I'm all state, you off brand and out gunned and outmanned
With no plan, leave it to my Sikmind fam
Leave this rap shit to us you need to stop and stay fans
I'm into setting trends and friends with benefits
Reppin' all the elements but raps the emphasis I kill you with
My intellect, bars I'm infinite, you getting no respect
Except them wack constituents with no steez and relevance
I blow tree, you blowing elephants, check the evidence
Your lips are puckered permanent and still can trace the sediment
Sikmind president with immunity to bullshit
Watch that dude pull shit but he ain't about to do shit
So keep, bumping your gums and you leaving with lumps
You not, fucking with us but you stuck in a fuss
Cause you, sucking at words and you ducking the worse
I'll take your whole crew out but dog you getting it first, the great

Written by:
Jerome Cruz

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