RotoRhymes #10: Kenneth Cashman

RotoRhymes #10: Kenneth Cashman

RotoRhymes #10
b/w Rick Ross’ “Family Ties”


You could say that Cashman's on a mission, I'm back up in this bitch,
Here to satisfy my itch like an addict with his fix,
I'm so accurate, don't miss, like a Janikowski kick,
Or Greg Maddux with a pitch, I'm immaculately sick,
Holy mackerel, in fact I go bananas on this shit,
With that rapid fire spit, pull the hammer back and click,
To battle me is risky, leave you tapping out, submit,
See I make hits like Tulowitzki while you rappers hack and miss,
Sack of potent piff there's no tobacco in my spliff,
Smoking cannabis so crip, Weezy won't even take a hit,
Yea this grass has got me lit like a jack-o-lantern,
Twisting up a fatty so damn thick I need to take a panoramic picture,
I'm champing at the bit to show how amped the kid can get,
When I go rampant on you rappers like when Annikin went Sith,
I’m stacking up these gifts like I was back at my bar mitzvah,
Writing lines so dope and thick, even Josh Hamilton’s like “shit”,
A fantasy fanatic, my flow’s hazardous, don’t slip,
And any track you want pick, I'm running laps around you,
Quicker than an antelope, damn I'm dope, and if you get me pissed,
I'll put your Cadillac on bricks and sell your rims on Craigslist,
You could say I'm arrogant, but shit its just embarrassing,
When rappers try to challenge and there's truly no comparison,
I'm Hercules when murking beats, so verbally elaborate,
When serving up my gift of gab, the furthest thing from average.


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