Fast Rap Lyrics

Critics will often declare that

Rappers who lyrically spray

Fast when they flow, only do so,

Because they've got nothing to say, well

I have got plenty to say

Emotionally lyrically speaking

The reason I'm doing it fast is

I'm running late for a meeting, so!

Got a garage, it's full of corvettes

You got a fridge, it's full of courgettes

Prosody quick, lyrically nimble

Stopping these pricks, just like a thimble

Gun that's so big you'll be uttering golly

Pull out the pound like I'm done with my trolley

Ready the gun, shot in alignment

Wrinkly penis: I'm cocking the iron

Getting the crowd into beautiful fits

Flow is ro-bust: canoeist with tits

Rappers are dreadful, their lyrics are whack

Paula Radcliffe: they shit on the track

Sick on the mic it is utterly true

Beast with the bars like I'm stuck in a zoo

I am not giving a fuckity doo

One, two, buckle my shoe

Hotter vernacular dominant massacre

Poppin' a challenger cos I be strapped with a

Gun that be shooting remarkable losers

They taking the L like Chicago commuters and

Up on the mic I be hot and ferocious

De-livering shit like I'm chronic cirrhosis

You know I be bringing the lyrical thunder

I dress like your dad but I'll still fuck your mother

When I'm on the microphone I'm rippin' it ridiculous

I kill 'em on the rhythm with a little bit of villainous

And anybody bitter gonna get it when I'm winnin' this

I wanna make a bigger better image of a lyricist

I'm gonna beat a rapper in a minute in a manner

And I bet I have a battle and I bet I win it badder

I'm a sicker motherfucker with the rhythm I percuss

And now I really gotta go because I'm gonna miss my bus