1up! Video (MV)

On my bull- like Chicago
Spitting rhythms none of y'all could rival
Ivan Drago cold, y'all only doing shit that I condone
At the dial of my phone your life can be over, Jehovah my witness
So None of y'all can snitch-bitch
I'm a fire rapper-fire cracker, no ritz Bitz
Yall manginas, talking white lies when ya spit
Weak Rhymes get predicted before you guys script em'
Wack by design, yet they demand it live
I mean anything can happen if your uncle knows a guy or blows a guy
I mean someone voted for Trump
So someone gotta bump those chumps
Right? Lack laster punks bouta Duck Hunt ya asses
Randomly blasting, better run from the bastard
Lyrical schmerical back packers get sonned too
By the one who spitting war like sun Tzu
Scribbling 11 commandments in a month duke

None shall rap after Marv
One up to god- yo I'm out to box him out
None shall rap after Marv
One up to god- yo I'm out to box him out
None shall rap after Marv
One up to god- yo I'm out to box him out
None shall rap after marv
One up to god- yo I'm out to box him out

My armslong, my Armstrong
I could hold more lances than Stevenson
Born ready with no doubt
I'm Freddy Kruger
Cougar fast-enemies do get smashed
Hulk style-smoked out 12 with the newer spaz
Who could last The moving axes?
When rapping I move the axis
Moon and atlas... smoothest music patterns
You dudes super flaccid, its the chupacabra
Slash the goat eater
Stupid dragon- you f*cking with Gogeta
Taller than 4 meters
You short-stop, you no Jeter
Queens on that Nore shit like a Capone feature
In my zone I can't see ya
Unless you a diva tryna gimme the dome like 5 heads
I'm talking my shit to be ignorant and violent
And I can't-care about bitchy hoes
Thinking they can switch the roles
Till I stick in the hole
Like dynamite then watch that shit explode