Renaissance rap
Rocking an Akhenaton mask
Bomb my nemesis
Play these niggas like a Sega Genesis
Them dudes not special
They regular ass citizens
And I'm the last standing
With the last tablet of medicine huh tah
My soul been fermenting in
Drama I'm pouring this alcohol
Out for the Benjamin's
Thank me later
Matter fact don't even mention it
Faces get punched
Mahhfuckers snatching pendulums
A microphone's benign
But in my hands
A dangerous instrument
My name taste bitter in a rivals mouth
My phrases intricate
For years
I was dredging in the mud
Even lived in it
It changed me deeply in the core
Made me more belligerent
I don't believe these businessmen
They talk I'm not listening
I make it look like practice
When I bomb on these practicioners
Bring you close to action
My story is more intimate
You can smell corpses
Decompose in pools of ignorance
Bruce springsteen of rap
Spring to action and I clap
Instinctively mash em when they hear my voice
They know the king is back
They confused speaking the truth
With speaking without thinking
Rinsed em clean
Absorbed in all the shots without flinching
PayPal blinking no bots
Just real sales
You got a million views
Judging from your shows I couldn't tell
Nobody in the game
Can put it down like this
Sample an orchestra and
Make a gritty sound like this
Knights of the round table
Pounding on a glass table
Claiming alpha male
How you let the label castrate you
One swing decapitate you
You flooding the game with garbage
Fuck the quantity you bitch ass
I'm a quality artist
Big difference
Don't compare me to these niggas
Sucking dick so hard
Both your motherfuckers knees clicking
The path of least resistance
You took it it made you soft
Songs deleted from the hard drive
The label laid you off
