rap battle

the streets aren't clean no way to make it green, you go under the table just to make in the scene, I try to pull and push until my pockets flush doin' tricks after tricks I just wanna be cush

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you I'm never stating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading