Slidin on this beat like a wave dash
Just to show ya how some dope shit can make cash
and make the people put ya hands up like roller coaster rides
With flows that are colder than Nova Scotia’s tides
The way I Glide over tracks like I’m frozone,
Make a rapper brain freeze like a snowcone
put a chill in the game and caught you niggas slippin
Is that why y’all keep fallin off beats while y’all spittin?
While i rap circles, loop ya with a figure eight
Serve niggas over instrumentals like dinner plate
Yea they imitate, but y’all hear it’s not right
But my Style’s so cool, niggas gotta frost-bite
Awww, that’s why I can’t show ya’ll respect
But my hype still gon build like the snowball effect
And crush em like a pica fiend on some ice cubes
froze niggas in they tracks, so they flow cant can’t move!
Teeth chatter, spines shiver when I deliver
Punchlines that drop harder than waterfalls on mighty rivers
So even if it isn’t freezin
these rivers of rhythm to rapid for rappers no matter the season
That’s why My opps are obsolete, so I don’t fear those
these Frozen flows maked my foes look like absolute zeros
Holy shit, The beat is spacey, no Kevin though,
Gotta freak it with more than Ice puns so I’ll let it go
Oh, and of he course had to say that
even had to talk about the fact
that he’s talkin about the fact
that he’s gettin too meta in his rap
Got em Goin cross-eyed tryin figure which layer he’s actually at
Yakkity yakkin over this track to show issa habit
That when it comes to anything meta I’m betta at it!
Meta phors, meta rhetoric, metabolic shit
I’d get metamorphic, but y’all niggas couldn’t rock with it
Gettin igneu-oh I mean, getin ign’ant
Need to be quarantined cause the flows so sickenin
The beateater
Only want dope shit, I’m a heat seekers
But my Missiles Clear out the trash like a street sweeper
On the take like a muh-fuckin burglery
Through the way I Rock the mic so sturdily
The way I twist these words so absurd-i-ly
Trynna get More pink than uncooked hamburger meat
Cause what I make is the Opposite of ephemeral
Flavor like Emeril Lagosse
flow dancin over tracks like Bob fausse
They can’t stop me
And I don’t need a posse
All I do is hit em up with the rare flows
And shit that’s harder to get out of your head than arrows/
It’s unfair yo, but that’s tough be
Lyrically, I’m like your girlfriend’s weave: you can’t touch me
But Look, I’m Just a big nerd
Blackin out with These slick words
Passin on the syzzrp
Rather be Blowin reef like squidward
just trynna get the props I deserve
By gettin shit crackin like a fissure
Came up out the blue like a crip in the wrong neighborhood
To drop some proper rhymes to show ya why I need to stay for good
To be an example of how to handle rhymes sharp a bramble
And Drop it like an anvil, and make a crowd standstill
Trynna figure what the fuck just happened
Look, it might take a while, so just start clappin
THen when everyone else finally gets all the rhymes
You can say you totally got it the whole time,
When a nigga was wave–

wave dashin
Just let the flow naturally happen
Then when you get to rappin with the passion

What you doin bro?

wave dashin