I suggest you check out some of his freestyles, and mixtape tracks. He really is lyrically better than 75% of the peeps your hearing right now.
My interpretation of what the game facin'/
I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization/
And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation/
My education is statin' black unification/
Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'/
And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken/
It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken/
It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental/
Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional/
Dimension in teleportation/
And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'/
Out on route like telephone communications through nations/
Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation/
Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations/
They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations/
Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation/
They tracin' and chasin' from location to location/
I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation/
Waitin' to start me and my squad organization/
But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations/
Makin' me pause and might cause altercations/
But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations/
Dedication, motivation and concentration/
Manifestation is the key to escalation/
And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation/
Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'/
They typically pissin' me off like urination/
Deflation and toleration is in consideration/
But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans/
I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'/
These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared,
Like mice durin' extermination/
Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience/
Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'/
Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information/
My interpretation of the rap business,
Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician/
Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'/
Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'/
But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'/
Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in/
Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'/
But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different/
For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens/
But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned/
My composition has a 50 slash 50 division/
I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions/
When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension/
Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton/
The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'/
They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
The business...
-Cassidy