Oh yes I feel blessed
Though I'm pressed and still stressed
A mess with these texts
No less with these tests
And yet I'm me best
So get ready to let me
Start off these bars heavy
And get this fire down
Target the wired-crown
Implying I am trying
To flip your Empire's sound
I was shy in High-school
Now look who isn't so quiet now
And man my brain is
Like a 29 inch clip
And I can spit entire rounds
My kid I said Isaac
Can spit entire rounds
All up in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it kicks off
I don't Jam ooh damn
Too fly I'll soon lift off
Two pens do damage
Won't tell you why I dissed you
Threw hands to land them
Say I made you pissed off
You damn too sensitive
Brush you off like brooms
Fella you more sketch-ier
Than cartoons
Now you can take a hike
Your presence spikes my tune
But get me on this mic
And I strike like boom
Bring you dynamite
From nine to noon
This style you like
Well my album's arriving soon
People didn't know I can rap
Until I started busting it
Crushing lit beats
With these lushly lips
Thought I ruined your
Image of me
Nope I only adjusted it
Man I've been shamed to this day
You see old friends they fade
Haven't talked since tenth grade
Hits different when you've been quiet
But it's the cold sprout that died
Bury my past no looking back
Kiss my old self good-bye
And I don't act like
I control the magic
Toe-to-hatchet
So damn ratchet
Though I match it
When I flow with atti-
Tude through explosive accents
Impulsive actions
With opposing habits
Suppose I haven't
You know I'm adaptive
Kill the show
Hold the beat as captive
I'm back (back)
But no emotions with it
I'ma snap (snap)
And just roast you critics
With a small dose
Of these ferocious lyrics
As I flow you'll notice that
My whole approach is different
Music is really my home
I get this feeling inside of my bones
When I'm ripping and spitting in my zone
You see the smoke letting off my dome
I'm back the most
Bashing the foes
Grabbing their throats
Jabbing in flows
Happily though
Rap from the soul
To grab and just hold
The patterns that show
That I'm bad-er than most
Yeah yo
Listen here I go
About to spit this flow
Mean with rhyme scheme
I'ma hold on to it
Tighter than a vice grip
Hi I'm Isaac
I'm nice with the flow
Like a pair of dice
And a bicycle
So chill like ice and I'm cold
Giving frostbites
From this track and facts
That it's something I condone
I'm back and I'm rapping
Until I'm back in my zone
And it's facts that I'm tapping
It right after your throne
Like an axe to the back
Of that crap you call a dome
Leave Imploding
CEEN CRAZY go be
We exposed him
Released the whole team
Undoubtedly we smoked him
Not gonna keep poking
The deceased wanna-be OG
Won't be holding no victory
Or L on someone so weak
But this my warning
I eat rappers that are poking
My back and just show them
My wrath and expose them
Wreak havoc with these attacks
Put into these tracks you're provoking
Oh I'm totally eroding
The whole thing so OD
To these 40 flows unloading
No defeat in my holding
Oh my G O D I'm floating
Get too close and I'm blowing
With explosives I'm toting
You think you're better than me
But I fed you all of these beats
While extremely shredding you CEEN
I can demolish you body you
Without even jotting or having to speak
Merely a breath when I breathe
Just admit you got caught in the shots
And obviously properly bodied and owned
Stop with the Lyrical-God you're not it
You got no spot on the throne
I can hop on your hottest and
Honestly body it off of the top of the dome
Damn
Yeah
Album coming soon
It's the last time I'm doing these kind of flows