Yeah, I pull strings like a marionette We runnin' this globe, it's like Space Harrier

Bury the hatchet Y'all fairies will get your ass kicked Couple of barely active geriatrics

a scary bastard climb on my very casket riding the hood y'all hiding the woods and carry baskets like riding hood

write good but that's only because you ride in the wood yours truly so you can call me whatever

you will, but your views are like fake thugs that never be real.

I used to take drugs, just wondered how it would feel.

And it might just be the munchies, but I'm hungry still.

Y'all rolling, but you got wooden blocks for wheels.

Old and grumpy, your oatmeal cold and lumpy.

You probably need a wheelchair to roll up on me.

It's the rise.

Come up the pride and will to survive in the field.

So many tried and failed.

Won't be denied my shot for the clock.

It's zero.

It's special.

Like when the block is hard as hell.

It's the rise to come up the proud and with him.

to survive in the field.

So many tried and failed.

Won't be denied my shot till the clock is zero.

It's pressure.

I put the game in the toe code.

Immerse Dwayne in the 2-0-0-0.

Throw flows like boomerangs and bolos.

Your crew bounce like kangaroos and bogos.

Claim my brain is insane and loco.

My brain's a dojo, I train my vocals For four seasons through rain and cold snow

Balls of brass from sustain and low blows.

Focus, everything playing slow-mo.

Impatient for the day.

I slay my foes, so play your position.

Stay on the low, low.

Know your range.

Anywhere from lame to so-so.

Little voice in your head saying, hey, mister, don't go.

You should've listened, bloodstain in your polo Aiming the game like big, waving the fo-fo Flip the bird, entertainment bitch

you don't know it's the rise to come up the pride and will to survive in the field so many tried and failed won't be denied my shot for the clock

is zero it's pressure like when the block is hot yeah it's the rise to come up your pride and will

to survive in the field.

So many tried and failed.

Won't be denied my shot through the clock and seal.

It's pressure, it's pressure, it's pressure.

When I was say bronze, I feel like Tyson at fight time.

A knife at your wife's spine, slicing the lifeline.

Al Pacino with Scarface, sniffing the white lines.

The force of a 30-foot wave striking the pipeline.

Confirm it.

Every word I place in the verse.

One of the illest fucking rappers on the face of the earth.

Before you approach the mic, flow's gotta be tight.

Going straight for your throat like Coach Bobby Knight.

Serving rappers.

Got them on some no fair shit.

Fucking fearless.

Turn a Blair Witch to scared bitch another.

fleet collapses while I peep the classics catch visuals rhymes written on sheets of acid new ways of killing you drive-bys and tie your

I'm doing slide-bys on Firestone hires You're fucking with infinite mic ribbers, bitch Had to hypnotize my aunt to convince her to write this

the rise come up the pride and will to survive in the field so many tried and failed won't be denied my shot for the clock is zero

It's pressure like when the block is hot as hell.

It's the rise that come up through pride and will.

To survive in the field, so many tried and failed.

Won't be denied my shot for the Glock and serial.

It's a special.

Special, special.