VRAINMENT BON (Really Good) Mike Mozart

[Verse 1: "Phantom Of The Synths" by J Dilla]
Blood soaked beats leave em choked up
Reach for that piece and you'll see how to hold guts
Hold up
Wait a minute
Nah time's infinite
Intricate sins win over your stale penmanship
Hmm
Don't tell em bout this incident
When they ask just say
"Wow what a coincidence!"
Go ahead and complain more
I'm still on my come up
Adding more to my list so I guess that sums up
The situation
Claims be one sided
My God I'm blowing up like mines that gone pilot
Uh
Rhymes like jabs to your abdomen
Yanking chains for your passion for strange amulets
I'll bring crack that'll curl your ribs
So
Baby back off when I swerve with no permit it's
Me
Off the hook like dead salmon
Jot down cross country
Like notes ransom (ran some)
Y'all scared of a
Few big words
And a deep voice
Causing y'all to clutch your purse
Big handsome nigga that can
Rap this verse
Now you sitting like
"Damn bruh what to do first?"
I'll tell you what
Go ahead and put the pen down
Y'all be like
"oh he got mic bruh get down!"
Hehehe
I'm flattered
Getting this cake but you're still left battered
Smoking so much my mind's in a rapture
Lazy khakis on chicks she a slack-her (slacker)
Hold it
This cult will start swarmin' like
Bee hives or flies surrounding chopped organs
Woah
I guess mother would be proud
Your mom will start to frown
I'm splittin these claimed crowns
Damn
I just entered your facility
Left y'all pissed off man you gotta be shittin' me