Beautiful soliloquies, between myself, the microphone and beat, the holy trinity
Name's who's nicer you shitting me?
Oh that's how we starting it off ? Run it back
Beautiful soliloquies, between myself, the microphone and beat, the holy trinity
Name's who's nicer you shitting me?
The sky is where my ceiling be
So when I say I'm dropping the top, I came to rain/reign
And just blaze on beats, this a dynasty
Few who's left of a dying breed
Real is going extinct
And the fake be all in my reels, this shit is deeper than you think
I'm just getting my shit off, you gotta excuse the stink
I be venting to beats I know they could probably use a drink
Offloading all my stresses through records, release the pressure
Then put it on competition, y'all fronting like I ain't next up
Protect yourself from the neck up
Cuz when I aim these lyrics it's headshots for you rappers
Might scramble your brains for breakfast
Ron Artest with 16s, n**a I spit a meta verse
Thinking you can compete with me, homie gotta get better first
The truth in front your eyes, y'all refusing to face the facts
Drop a masterpiece like Hov in 04 then I fade to black (uh)
Oh wait he's back, like that itch that you couldn't scratch
Been trying to take a break but just find it hard to relax
I'm always flexing on y'all niggas, no plans to relieve the tension
Til the day y'all discussing y'all top 5s and my name get mentioned
I need that, this shit from the heart, you cut me I bleed that
Hop in the booth, I punch in and treat the beat like a speed bag
Stop the noise, everybody think they fit to give feedback
When I told y'all my goals years ago y'all didn't believe that
Its easy to see the talent if you scout performance
Turnt nonbelievers to devout supporters
Marian Hill, I be In The House recording
Still, comparing them to me like picking teams & debating on Eddie House or Jordan
My cloud's enormous, I'm reigning until it's flooded
Flip the subject, I'ma flood til my reign in the midst of public
F**k dope, never take me in vain, I'ma different substance
But still don't ever mention my name if it's with reluctance
Y'all niggas tough but don't leave from the stoop
They talk smoke, I got the lungs of Khalifa & Snoop
Speaking the truth, the only thing I complete in the booth
Plus I could show you the ropes to compete with your noose
Keeping the fruits of my labor ripe til it's time for the harvest picking
Artists sick without a Future, they mark us/Marcus like Larsa Pippen
You tried to dance with the devil & lost your rhythm
I could spit a life sentence & charge you the cost of living, n**a
