Droppin dimes on a high, diva got
Beats and rhymes i mean whatever man
I be sort of like a reverand
Said I'd be back one day, severin
Come now, come all b'say, sister and breddern
Whether'n you got faith or not
Beats fat like three cheese, see
I took walks with Jesus
Now it's time for me to make a reappearance
Now in form
On beats and rhymes sample clearance
I do amazing miracle theorical
Cause I'm global all around the world
From the Merc to Chernobyl
May be on the tongues of millions
Like throat lozenges
Whateva I utter is butter, homogenous
To the stuff that they put
In tapioca style's pudding
Wrapped around your neck like a choker
When it comes to rhymes I got a plethora
I'm a definition of a sister
Who can flip it yo
So where you at? (I'm comin')

Lyrical wickedness
Down to the bone like Medusa
I used ta, turn emcees to stone
I came to break down sounds and proto-plex'm
Excuse me, I'm mic checking, mic checking
One two three - ask how to spell sweet
L-O-V-E, see, this is the flow that goes
Well with the beat, T-Love on the street
I'm on the avenue, in the area, and
Lyrical abra-sions, what I'm givin
All throughout my days and, occasion
I'm fazin
Amazin cause I'm amazin in lo-o-o-ve
Plugin more Tunes than Trugoy to Dove
No static with Rhettmatic
But I'm up above see
Ain't got time to kick it
Nah not for no booty B
The rhymes be too wicked
Oh so you can keep your sheeit, what?

So where you at? (I'm comin')

I be a spitter, not a swallower
See I'm a leader not a follower
See I be like AD at a cholera
And my, vocal appearance
OG like KDAY, minus interference
Who got the flex next
My wreck'll be done soon
I'm makin mine so each flows I blows is like
Hurricanes, it rains when I'mmm flowin
Wack rappers are the H20 growin
Tryin to be battlin, babblin downstream
I smoke verbs, smoke words
End thoughts in brown steam i get DOWWWWWWN
Like if I was in an armed robbery
Styles so fat, they clog an artery
I be on the go, I never run from the dough
I'm vamanos
Now there's steak with the beans and rice
And plantanos coast to coast, who works most
I, rise like yeast, they crumble like toast

(I'm comin') t-Love is (I'm comin')
I'm all that y'all, and to the back y'all
It's to the front y'all
It's on the, it's on the it's on the one
Wanna give props to my boy who made the beat
This Kid Named Miles
Wanna give props to my boy Cutty
Cutty Mack, Cut Chemist
Thanks for the studio, and the use of
Red October storage facility peace

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