Lyrical Protein
My voice quakes da earth like footsteps of giants
My skills like aliens scanning people with minds
I leave you catless like how da microwave does with a chicken
When predators see you they hunger, won’t listen
Like Skwatta I’m busy building my castle
You can't tear it down, ‘cause you ain’t got no muscle
When it comes to style, mine ain't usual
but is known for sponsoring a cat’s funeral
Me an’ you don’t mix, like fire an’ gas
I’m a chemical element, I’m burning ya ass
I got no shame, ‘cause I’m lyrical protein
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