Verse 1
We jumping right into to it, bustin raps right in tune
With the shitty rhymes you writing I don't dig it I'm immune
Coming soon to a store near you, L cubed
If these shitty rappers do it, then there ain't no reason I can't do it
Too, me and you, the way that I'm feeling I'm raising the ceiling
I’m busting on rappers, and really just chillin it’s easy, the way we do it now
It’s crazy, how we do it baby, boom boom pow
I got the existential feeling of a screaming crowd
And I don’t feel it everyday but bitch I feel it now
I got this pen and paper calling verses very loud
And it's distracting yeah i know it but it just makes me proud
The way I work and handle words with more worth than it sounds
I didn’t even know I knew these words before I blew this verse
I’m lovin this basic beat if you haven’t just noticed encompassed by my lyrical prowess
Confused by your mental musical bias bitch. yo no se porque
¿tu tienes rima mejor? Go back home and write some rap that’s worth a little bit more

Verse 2
I'm featuring fiction factories for dope MC’s
I'm focusing, on this shit I didn't know I could do before
You can't ignore, rhymes galore my hope decrees, I write with ease
Gettin degrees, your shits disease, dealing with all these different deeds
I'm planting seeds of doubt you see, it's not in me, it's in you
What you do is mental, all this shit I see is simply out of
Sanity I sanitize the beat it's clean, spray febreeze
And let me breathe, bitch please, I'm smokin trees triumphantly
It's the skill you see that’s in me, what you seek, is simply
Sinister, I'll administer, mysteries to ministers
Secretly, I develop my skill as an MC, your vocal vocabulary’s
Venting, it's empty, don't tempt me, it's ending
If you fuck with me, I'm counting, all my people's blessings
So when I blow I'll fucking know who was there for me since day one
I'm fucking dope don't attempt to take a tiny toke
I'll go for broke I've awoke to deal with all these little boy bitches
Snakes and stupid snitches, the way I'm rapping and pulling these fast feats
Of furious rapping, it's too much skill to be handling,
Bitch.

Verse 3
My lyrical skill is ahead of my technical skill, when I make hits
I don't even know how to edit, make a beat or upload it
I'll figure it out on the way, I'm on my way, what you say
Is irrelevant to what I got to do inside my mothafuckin brain
I'll pull my pride out and put that shit up on the mothafuckin page
I'm insane, stay in your lane, I won't murder a beat in vain
You're in pain because your bars are fuckin lame, try again
Go back home and write some rap that's not such a motha fuckin bore
You're spittin water in my ears, I can't even hear and now they're sore
Oh and if you're wondering here's my name's long awaited lore
Why my name is L cubed, it really means a lot more
It stands for love loyalty and legacy the only things that mean a thing to me
Love is what we live for, ain't a damn thing more
It's what we strive for and what I attempt to allocate
To all the people I meet, that mean anything to me
And as long as those people keep their loyalty to me there isn't a force
On this Earth that could stop me from doing some crazy shit for my people
I'm explaining, it wouldn't matter how simple, complicated
Or ten fold the task is, if you ride with me that's it
I've done it, I'll pull my fuckin gat lit, if it comes to it
There's no limit to what I'd do and my legacy?
It's what I leave in the lyrics I write, the stories I tell
And the minds of the people that care, about what I've said here
If there's one thing I want you to take from this
It's that I'm the best. 
520 bitch. Don't rep it ‘nless your shits lit.

King Solomon Instrumental from K.A.A.N. and Klaus Layer

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