R T R Freestyle

Ain’t here for the drama you man are laughable so fuck out my face

Smooth with it like Tropicana, won’t miss a drop this ain’t going to waste

Cut me I bleed marinara, this kinda sauce you’ll be scraping the plate

All around me fake barers, I been cold from early, Arctic, you late

I’m not debating it brudda so don’t you take me for a politician

Kill the competition with these compositions

And I eat the beat so call me a cunning linguist

I've been minding my health man I cut out the crow

Planted the seeds been a hell of a growth

Photosynthethizing, fakeness minimizing

Get to know I ain’t a regular bloke

Ben don’t choke

I cleaned habits now I’m back at their throats

Still, Be Rabbit how these rappers I smoke

Nowadays I got less time for the jokes

Was gasping for air, ‘til I got my gill again, selling out shows but I just need More

That was a lot to dissect let me relax a second

take it easy

Ben, you’re kinda cold, you should be pro

Brudda I know, I’m taking it slow

Still, every damn time that I jump on the stage

Whoever comes after got nothing to show

Used to be scared of the mic now I’m falling asleep with it under my pillow…

Don’t believe what these rappers say man, allow it

Either you’ve been sleeping on me or this a stupid game of peek-a-boo

Lately, I've been ghosting for a week or two

Feeling I got a point I need to prove

I’m super focused so my teeth are clenching tight

I want some karats on 'em like some vegan food

Zap a rapper like I’m Pikachu

Tryna step on stage my brudda read the room

Sit the fuck down boy, look at the crowd, can’t hear the words from your mouth boy, bass too loud

So you better go turn that shit down, cause you’re better off as a sound boy, fuck out of town boy, you’re such a clown, joker

But nobody laughed so take off your mask

Don’t worry we ain’t got COVID

You hear a man’s tune ringing off in the dance

Then flip it like motorolas

This industry’s overloading

Me I write all of my shit so I’m feeling like fuck it I need a bonus

I’m known for prose with flows, go toe to toe, with pros, I used to smoke the crow but I got that spoken dope that’s making them overdose

And best believe I'm fired up man, large up all of my grafters who have been carving out their path

Done all the partying, the syrup was spilling it like it was Mardi Gras

Spoke to my father, he and my uncle they told me to make the music last

Look

Obsessing like Simon with Carly

Tryna work on my craft, calmly

Wanna stack up the oregami

Soon be living off wine and salami

On your speakers from London to Derby

Got something to say, lastly

It’s Ben DSP, and ODXC and you man are late to the party