Sister Abigail

e Skeese]
And now, the Universal Champion, deliverin Sister Abigail
That is it
Uh, uh, yo, yo
Uh, DrumWork, check

Jae Skeese]
Mind scramblin, open canvases got me dippin the paintin brush (What)
Im countin through these bands, I sprayed an acre up (Uh huh)
That made her offer up the labia, crazy trachea simultaneous (What )
You flavorless, these spitters is dangerous in my radius
Look, see, this the tester, I be out the window throwin samples
Thatll bring me power like the Sahara covered in solar panels (Come on)
Word to P, Im keepin it thorough, down to bone and marrows
On point like archers with bows and arrows, I solar flare you (Talk that talk)
So do your portion, dont get it contorted like you double-jointed (What)
Im gifted, my presence detected like Im clairvoyant (What)
Im blessed, I come anointed, every track I float, these rappers barely buoyant
Underwhelmin, theyll be labeled as disappointments, they couldnt match me (Nah)
This year, Im takin my account and puttin more Ns in it than Cincinnati
Keep it crafty (Lets get it)
They couldnt get at me since days denim was fashionably baggy (What)
They aint adequate, this naturally a casualty
You comin at me sideways, Im reactin diagonally
Like Bishops when attackin, see (Come on)
My creator made me her magnum opus, her masterpiece (What)
the Packers how I will tackle beats, who afterme?
7xvethegenius]
Okay, Im crazier than yall for bout as far as I can see (Uh)
You seem to be a fraud who didnt get it out the streets (7xve)
And now, somehow, you feel you should be thought of after me (Nah)
You out it like I was when I aint had no shit to eat
I mean thats probably why I be gettin so caught up as I think (Uh)
stay ahead of you [?] tryna compete (Tryna)
Already out of reach, but shit get sticky bout a leech (Uh)
Already out of reach, but cant just sit up out no beach (Nah)
Look what my mama made, they get offended, Im a palisade (Uh)
They think my ego from my accolades (7xve)
They used to evil, I be sunnin shade
My names 7xve, bringin boss bitches together, Lady Marmalade (Uh)
They eyes on me like a token blackie in the mall (7xve)
Thats the price of bein in charge, so, shit, I paid it off (Uh)
This clean cut sewin some dirty scars
Im a boss cause Im humble with a win like I am a loss
Goin for the GOAT list
Me, the DrumWork and smart, dope chick
Took the game and stabbed it where its throat is (Uh)
I made up my mind that with this time I would be better than
Expectations of those in the ghettos that I meddle in (Uh )
Seven for the gods, oh God, dont let the devil in (Haha)
Tryna hide my demons like your medicine, okay, now that I settled into this new residence
Its evident you niggas hella bent on how you came and went
Well, be a man, I bleed and vent on every beat I get, Im sicker than a bitch (Uh)
Gettin rich, you gettin shit and piss, some geriatric shit
Tell them snakes in the grass Im the bad apple
You gon try to bite and end up hurt, they gon be mad at you
Just go do the work, aint even worth how they gon laugh at you (Nah)
Your angle too small startin off, that shit mad acute
They never touched what Ive lost, they never value its cost
I get it on and it off, both of em start with a cough, 7xve

Conway the Machine]
Still in this kitchen , of course, bro, Im whippin this raw dope (Whip)
Christian Dior coats, your bitch and your boss broke (Hahahaha)
You speak to me wrong, you know you gettin your jaw broke
Any mix up at all, Im sayin if its at all smoke (Whats poppin, nigga?)
Im grippin this four, missiles is rippin your torso (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hit you, your body look inexplicably awful (Hah)
Written these bars til they consider your boy GOAT
They cant **** with me at all, they written me off though (Pssh)
The bricks are from Norfolk, Virginia, and also
This shipment from off-boat, Im pitchin like John Smokes
I whip til my arm broke (Talk to em), or at least it feel like it
I rap when I feel like it, still my neck is flooded with real ices (Bing)
Yeah, hit the connect, I get the deal prices (Papi)
Any disrespect, it be a real crisis (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, masterpiece on my wrist, you cant even speak to my bitch
You rappers is mostly broke, pieces of shit (Hah)
This that street nigga etiquette (Uh-huh)
Most the felons is predicate (Facts)
Evident you dont have the better intelligence
To kill the body, you just go for the head and you sever it
Melon get shell in it, evidence, never a shred of it
Bezel is mean, bust down President
Tell em its Machine (Talk to em), yet you havent seen the worst of it
Every beat I get on, I just leave Earth on it, spooky (Brr)