Future Shock - Chill Rob G

Verse 1 
My word's food for thought  the mind is like a cafeteria 
Some rappers are inferior  but none are superior 
My voice is choice  I'm one of the chosen 
I might be Chill  but I'm not frozen 
Self preservation  survival of the better 
Chill Rob plus the seventh letter 
Flyin' off at every angle  can you tangle 
Mix or handle  you don't hold a candle 
To what you're hearin'  you don't have a near win 
But it's a clear miss, no wonder you fear this 
And don't get pissed just because I riffed 
I'll tell you what, smoke this: 
I'm the Future Shock... 
Verse 2 
The man, the moment, the mic, the muscle 
The power, the people, the hype, the hustle 
The harder I hit, the smarter you get 
If you're a liar, stay away cos I ain't shovellin' shit 
The edge of night opens doorways to horror 
I'm the guiding light as you search for tomorrow 
Dark shadows terrorize the young and restless 
I'll crash the spot if I'm not on the guest list 
The hands of time in my mind advances fast 
While you recite the first to the last 
Word that I spoke, but no, that's no complaint 
Take my rhyme but use restraint 
If I catch you on the perpetratin' tip, hurtin' your lip 
Well look, you know how it is, I gotta flip 
In ways you would never suspect 
Like do a front semi and land on your neck 
To be precise, correct and exact 
This album is mostly freestyle and feedback 
From the people, it's the sequel 
To 'Dope Rhymes', but this is go for broke time 
Without breakin', makin' no mistakes and 
Takin' no flakes for friends, cos in the end 
They backbite, and you don't wanna get smacked, right? 
So hold tight while your mind