Now people, follow with
I got the flow that goes for days
I switch it up in many ways
Call it chameleon, the Realest one
Banging out the tracks
So y'all relax
Sit back and
Have a stack of chips
And spark your clips and take a puff
I got that rare stuff
that seeps into your pores, ignores the fact that u would rather back a wack--- ass who lacks the talent that x possesses, best in class and flex his ass on a lame who dares to name the x as his contemporary, quite contrary you canary
Ya know you so irrelevant, the x can flow so eloquent, intelligent and elegant, my words will supersede you with a speed that seems procedural, it's equated to cathedrals, once you get to witness it, insignificant dicks you
Nitwit peons, know I be on, different levels, Caribbean, quick to G on, dudes that don't respect the mental, incidental, I'm so great kid, and you fake it, shake and bake it, hate to break it, cake I make it, try to take it and I'll smash you



pops verse<added later>



I'm chillin with my man, Ghostly, Pops, yo these dudes be rapping corny,
Are they ever gonna stop?
I doubt it homie
rolling only with a mike, phonies know they nothing like, we bless the public with unique styles, speak child, break a beat down, reach down deep, bring forward things never seen, how-in the fuck do they do that, eat vowels, shit consonants, constant flip, verbs, words creep into your con-sci-ence, the nonsense that you speak, shit be weak, bleak, beat hard into the ground, reeks hard of desperation, wack is the estimation
Wait
-hold up just a second-whats that say?
Oh, nascent findings windup pointing out the X as the smarter dude, articles are written bout the spitting, whipping wack rappers asses in the game of mixing words to a beat, and we do it freakin sweet, so Pops Ghostly hold the left side, count to three, then begin to ask the question, who's the hell's as hot as we?