Yo, yo, yo, yo
Shout outs to Sean Foley for this one, yo
I got saliva flyin high inside the driver side of my whip
Tryna keep fine-tunin my shit
Whatchu been doin, you a student?
You been learning, been improving?
Have you proven to yourself that you can do it? Cause that’s prudent
Can you shield drop?
And can you freestyle?
Whatever grind you’ve chosen, I hope you get so ridiculously potent in your field
That your opponents learn to deal with every moment of your zeal being broken
Like Oracle’s shield
I’m talking a favorite, an artist, a genius, a maven
Exuding patience and wisdom
But also skill and persistence, and the ability to be consistent
Like Roger on grass, or Brady with the pigskin
We live in a world full of phonies
That’s why I’m grateful New England Melee’s all homies
Yall blow me away with the love that you’ve shown me
If only I could fit x in my car, we could go be
The region that rolls the most deep
From coast to coast, I hope yall know we coming for your throats, we
Wicked slick, sicker than goatse
More on our shit than ominous hooded figures that have gone to skim the provinces
With confidence that they will find a homonid
Or other life form with knowledge in
Regards to where the binding ring of dominance been at
So they can prosper and start conquering the populace
By bringing home the ring
To their master’s evil consciousness
I’m dropping this
Mostly to show love to New England
But also to explain there’s another game I’m finna be king in
Ima keep smashin
But I been rappin for longer
And my Marth might be strong, but my bars might be stronger