Super prince

Confident artist fierce lyrics destroying competition witty insults unapologetic swagger.

I'm an artist. I'm artistic,
Spitting fire with these lyrics.
While I've been scratching pins,
Y'all be scratching itches.
You know I am the dog;
Y'all just a bunch of bitches.
I'm just playing. No, I'm not.
Y'all a bunch of Ren and Stimpys.
All my lyrics, they are fire—call it Johnny Blaze.
Johnny Bravo in this game,
Got you all up in your feelings.
I call that Louis Lane,
Got you simping while I'm pimping;
Y'all a bunch of lames.
Call me prince like Purple Haze,
Have you screaming out my name.

Oh, hot damn, I'm feeling lifted,
Feeling gifted, feeling blessed.
With these words that I be spitting—oh no, he didn't.
Yes, I did.
Got me sifting through your ashes—
Such a burnt-up mess.
I'm a beast, I'm a dragon;
Got this fire in my chest.
Told ya that I'm different;
Ya didn't listen.
I don't jest.
Don't come against me—this is chess.
I'm the master going faster,
Leave ya all behind to rest.

A superman
‘Cause I'm better than the best—
Leaping tallest buildings
Like there's an “S” upon my chest.
With these words that I be spitting,
Shooting bullets,
I'm the kid;
Call me Billy.
I'm the GOAT—
Did you see what I just did?
I'm not kidding;
You're a kitten;
I'm a lion; I'm the mane.
I can't be bound;
I can't be tamed—
Got me shooting straight at Zion.
I am different;
We're not the same.
I'm not playing about my feelings—
This ain't no Nintendo game.
I don't do this for the riches,
For the glory or the fame.

Just put respect upon my name
When we're standing toe to toe.
When you see me face to face,
Don't toy with my emotions;
Same old story,
Singing ring around the rosy,
As I dance upon your grave.

This ain't no child's play.
Chucking deuces for the chumps
As I slowly walk away.

danielbird
9:44 pm
10/5/24