Ambrosia (Food For The Gods MTB Pt.8)

Safe to say they can't mess with the lexicon of the boy from Lexington, My weapon drawn a paper mate, the ink joy is refreshing, As a veteran I'm separated from those who think they're like, as or better than, Cause the metaphors I record, I'm evolved, you can't stand next to him, My vanguard with these stanzas and damn bars is something of excellence, Cause a lot these rappers bug me spreading their pestilence, If you're not god, don't say you're a perfectionist, Cause you don't know what perfection is, Me, I'm a self created killing machine that's solid still after all that he's seen, Not to mention this berzerker rage where I'm high then low 'gin, I'm weapon-X, I'm just ill with the schemes being this microphone fiend and deadly threat, You wanna be charted how you write a melody fresh, I rather my rank stated at hearing the words did you hear what the fuck he said, In the future I'll eat food with the Gods, that's ambrosia for heads, If that line was Greek and went over heads, you should do your googles yes

Ambrosia (Food For The Gods MTB PT.8)