I stepped inside a room full of blue

Chances are that every rumor is true

I speak slowly

Cause in this town, it seem like every creep know me

I should drop a mixtape and mark it "strictly beats only"

Y'all shinobi, eavesdropping so I’m lighting the wood slow

Oldschool heat, it's like igniting a wood stove

Amalgam thinking like a wishing well jeweler

Mini me's jocking, man y’all kids some cell juniors

Flipping cards, trying not to trigger trap holes

Y'all trynna wrap this up, you're gonna need a bigger lasso

Chilling out with Ran, best believe we kicking fat flows

If you ain't trynna crush it, why the hell you spitting raps for, huh?

I push it back, putty tat, the cat is so sick

Y'all run the zig zags like it's frickin Madden ‘06

Slow your roll, A.I. to the wayside

Big wallet chasing, Spider-House by the bayside

That's Majora's Mask, let the moon fall slow

Y’all be spitting boring raps, let your crew all know

I put it down (Yo, what up, Ran)

I put it down

I put it down

I put it down

I was working on my masterpiece

Before I pass, at least to y’all I wanna be known as one of rap's elites

I’ve been gathering and grabbing beats

And booking tours, cause you know even a starving artist has to eat

The smart ones always outlast the hard ones

Been a marksman, like I was kin to the Marstons

I'd rather kick a rhyme than hit the quan

They say I spit divine, and it's always in the nick of time

They know it's the truth, the flow is aloof

Music up, shoot em up

Clive O. in the booth

Cats will cross you and keep a handshake firm, still

That’s the type of stuff that make a nice guy turn Hill

Another chapter, coming hard as the second rapture

Chess master, verbally we deading rappers

Life is hard, it's why I'm rapping this hard

Trying to make it worth the scratching and scars

More than just spectacular bars, we keep the passion as large

From an invincible, like Mario grabbing a star, yeah

Kill ‘em softly, similar to assassins

Seen a lot of cats sell their soul to try to cash in

Flowing decent, but lacking the passion

Heavy on mechanics, but they pass on the action

Man, just make something that excites me

I don't grab a mic piece thinking ‘bout a hypebeast

I be on that Spike Lee, trying to do the right thing

As dark as I am, how could you ever take me lightly

Put it down

I put it down

Yeah, yeah, we put it down

Kill Bill, we put it down

I put it down like my inventory full

Like my dog won't get no better

Like a mic after a rapper's career has hit a lull

Y'all my sons, so best remember that i'm

King of the cosmos, spitting with my eyes closed

Listening to y'all feels like listening to moss grow

Spliff kick like a bronco, lift me up like tonsils

Don't be hostile

Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?

Catch us zooted out in Tokyo

And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio

I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note

So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose

Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up

You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff

In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck

Treat your music like an item that i don't need, pick it up

And put it down

Put it down

Put it down

Put it down

I put it down

I put it down

I put it down

I put it down