Have'nt been on in a while. . .See what I got off the top off my head. No BS .

Im an early overlooker, and a quick glance thrower
The power, is mutual but, the order seems to lower
Work is being finished somehow even time's gone by slower
Don't front, your in back keep running you ego-psycho-goer
You won't stop until you see me rest in piece, then its over
Make you fall, in the early season after past October
All then done, goal set, exceeded past the goals of in-clover
Quit drinking for a while now, I guess Im repped as Sober

Continue for my city, Im known as the King of AZ
The young Simba of my state, I have to represent hasty
I have to spit it quick, and spick the mic down non-lazily
Notoriously forocious G skipping letter from A-to-Z
I thought I was Kendrick Lamar, letting my flow, go loosely
For a newbie, I chop up, with Fists of Furry like Bruce Lee
Ducies, anybody who wants beef, banging East ruthlessly
Fully armed, I could've sworn you came with nothing truthfully

The top feared, Im here to make the beat stop
Then let the scene drop, I surely make the ease pop
Fake like a screen prop the oversighted beam shot over the roof top
Overwhelmed feeling thought after feeling success, but it was just bought
So throw in the towel or get tossed in the pit, before your caught
Excited experience after funding a plot
Unconsciously waiting for your rap to soon go off
Of the clock

Forever repping known as the Valley of The Sun
Where it stays hot, and youngins on the block drinking cold caprisuns
Hectored in a way, but low sound on the morning plunge
Disdained for the reason how the gestured walk is often done
The last man was hung, the last stand was really dumb
The center of his thoughts will always get your mind somewhat numb
Be humble and cautious whenever stepping up to one
Another idiot will surely come up to some and be done

Keep an eye out on thee', for he is said to be too deadly
Good with the hand, and accuracy keeping his aim as steady
Bust the bust officially completed, with others in envy
Sending flowers still to the ones who still cannot aware ready
You can't blame em' for not experiencing the heart of the ghetti'
Living suited and plush, all we do is sleep, chill and go out if we're not heady'
Distateful to sit in judgement for how we were raised
You think we like to be judged ? We feel like we're a disgrace
Not to the human race, but we feel like an untied lace
Causing ourselves to trip and fall, as the shoe is the last to trace