THe style I have mastered.

I blast dope tracks, you know it is classic,
for the cash and stash of whatever,
The style I have mastered,
the massive message no propaganda,
the props getter, fly honey pamper,
the style of the golden child,
above the waters like a lotus,
the dosage of remedy, the words
the poet with poetry with rhythm,
wet like moet flower, no sweat the best,
no competition, the humanoid risen above,
the animal instinct, the aziatic kid,
with much flavour, major ideas,
the trife life and my lifestyle they might bite,
but I keep it tight like a skin on teen,
I strike with hype flows, I am bright though,
psych you like you entrance, on the streets guns jam,
never front on a beat, blunted scoping chicks that is stunning,
average persona be bugging, I never dug a crab cat,
I am bad black, like second hand smoke and swine flesh,
Back is the black Jesus, kicking street theses,
pieces of the math, never talk the talk if I can not walk it,
cock the gat in the air, the hot stepper with flair,
growing up with no worries and no care, close to a reality,
the freedom I preserve and not bleeding for fast buck,