Nuisance

I don't fight with fists but with words in a flow, your **** is the fertilizer, it's just helping me grow, steady and slow, I'm planted and ready to put on a show, so just shut your mouth and take notes from a pro I'll slap you with a dollar cause you cry over two cents, I'm a nuisance, my shits from the future while your flow is past tense I don't talk crap, I wipe it off of my shoes, I've solved the mystery, you're looking for clues, you're searching for views while I'm creating the news and hitting the cues, with this pen in my hands you know that I never lose and when you see me on top you'll be belting the blues. and when I'm in battle I'm not on the attack, I'm just grasping at ways to stay on the right track, just give me a hit over a thirty rack, cause I'm just trying to handle this growing weight on my back, all the while praying, please cut me some slack..