Gimme three words to write with

I’on’t even really need a beat to fly with

Slick and my tongue is scissors

Methodic with 26, causing fissures

I’m fuckin sick

Better and worse

I’ll flip and curse in ya church

Spontaneous static

Sporadic habit

Flabbergasted fashion

Peep into my windows to see my mansion

Explosive stoic

Hit you with the, “Yeah, I know it”

Cozy with the smoke, yet the brown stay flowin

Best believe, I got ten fingers showin

Hit the board typin, call that progress growin