I spit steam, sixteens is pristine/
Crisp, Clean, Comfortable like ripped jeans/
Since 15, my lyrics painted a vivid scene/
Ain't never seen, since the ceilings of Sisteen/
An inner feeling, more complex than Byzantines/
Content and a concept, with a strong theme/
Who ya know that can manifest these huge dreams?/
My flow's art, the new name is "Drew" breeze/
I'm Mozart, when I rehearse these new schemes/
on loose leaves my techniques is Bruce Lee/
I use speed, with furious fist, Supreme/
With punch lines, that drop-kick, till bruised knees/
Got true game, can maintain the huge lead/
Turn Tom Brady, chew out the crowd if dudes leave/
A new team, make few errors, a new league/
emcee forever, in any error I'm Lou Reed/
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