Entry Three: Diagnosis Lyrics

I got so many styles don't know which one you're gonna get

There's nuance to my flow so every bar comes with a set

Of different meaning and flavor like this bar was supposed to rhyme

But I'll hold on to the pay off cuz it ain't ready yet

I am the Originator don't need to check the specs

Every rhyme is my own, no writers, I don't fuck with debt

I'd be damned when I pop off and salty ghost writers come at me

Ready with their hands out demanding that I sign their checks

That was the pay off

Hope you caught it and you are satisfied

Rappers think they're cool but I bring heat with simpler rhymes

In due time

I'm gonna get what is mine

But for now I keep dropping hits like I'm just tryna survive

Yeah

Fuck them niggas who think this shit is easy

Used to listen to other artists who thought that they could diss me

But look at me now I'm ahead of the crowd

I'm running circles around those niggas

I swear they cannot stand near me

Lil bitch

Alright Mr. Spectrum

From what I can gather, it appears you might have what is known as

Histrionic Personality Disorder

You're fucked

Look

I'm that nigga yeah I know it, I don't need no approval

They don't like a confident nigga so they call it ego

Was I supposed to stay timid always looking up to heroes

I rather be a fucking boss so I can take care of-my people

Yeah

You can call it whatever you want

I've been doing this for so long, man I'm a savant

I'm the one they look to for answers like I'm the one

Dependable consistently getting the job done

Alright, upon further review

You actually have a mixture of traits

From different personality disorders classified under cluster B

So umm good luck