God Damn! Reks (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse One] [Reks]:
In Between The Lines
Powerful rhymes I pen 'em
Then I send 'em to S.T.A.T.I.K. for the Internet leak
I speak sentiments for niggas in the tenements
Those who can't catch na-na-na-na-na
Roadrunner flows, some are feelin' it
Heatin' up your ligaments
A lyricist, more than a little bit, I'm ill-
Literate, illiterate son of a bitch, spit
Considered inconsiderate
Hit you with the one two fist
Or bob and weave, hit 'em with the brrrrrr
Stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Props don't give him, cause him rock different
Y'all race neck and neck, Reks in the distance
Far away
I spit further
In between lines commit murder
Third degree burn, verse will relearn, since nursery earn
As I turn foes into urns
Turn enemies to caskets
You don't need to ask if I'm gassed, I'm a showoff, bastards
I go off as if
I'm light switch, nice with a mic stick
Class is in session for rappers
In Between Lines I'm Cassius
Up on the ropes, leave gashes
Stitches
Y'all hit like bitches
Nail marks and scratches
I'll bury asses under canvas
This ain't Kansas
Dorothy, don't walk with me for the answers
My brain, heart, courage here
And I only tell motherfuckers to quit 'cause I care
Nah, I'm lyin' - cause I can
Cause I am
Better between the parallels
Me and Gargamels and you Smurfs better scram
This is In Between The Lines man
God Damn!