Rap machine by The JRB Lyrics

Now where was I gonna to start this ?
Ow yeah no paper needed I got it all up here
I got mind Palace like Christopher Wallace
Now picture all this big knowledge in one wallet
Like Holmes
Hell yeah I wrote all this by my own
Terminology plus heavy strategy
Y'all wouldn't be rapping if it wasn't for technology
That's my policy i apology for pac and biggie
Didn't live a lot to see
All these OGs turned to Gucci's
Got dope beats but phonies
And hoe please .. how come you snitch for police
Then come back suck dicks for G's
Fake ass facе tats and gold teethes
You dump freaks
In evеry place i went
I had a pen and peace of paper and wrote everything
Everything I've ever been in then try to think
Scratching my chin can't think of nothing
While im cussing ripping the paper wait it's coming
"yeah here comes something"
It's rushing my wrist to go fast oh yes
I'll keep spitting those raps and flows that's
Makes your mind blow cuz my rhymes draw matrix when i write codes
And do math tricks that makes the whole class confess
So i became known as "mr know best"
In this rap shit im the maestro , give me a micro-phone and I'll blow
Like nitro light all the spot when go hard
Let'em feel retard when i go smart
Like chi-gi-vara with a cigar
On the rap throne it's the R
Like Dicart spitting gold with these bars
I don't breath who need oxygen
Better call me Rasputin
Rap machine