Hodge

I spray out rythmes all over the place. All over your face. I am a lyricist, but that's not all of this. Step back and watch and I'll drop another hit. I'll pick you up, but won't put you down. I'll slam you down with the beat I throw around. I flip scrips two at a time. Three at a time. Never miss the beat or a ryhme. So, I'll pull off to let you breathe and bring something you can't believe. Stop pouting around and get on the floor. Shake that ass, and I'll give you some more. You have no idea what's in store. You'll be blown away like never before. I told you I have a nasty venom. They'll die when I let 'em. I run show and own the flow. You're trapped by Hodge with nowhere to go.