(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime Spit divine, thought from the mind Poetic rhetoric that rhyme We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine Fuck a Matana Quit it the second Im out the vagina Won´t even call her mañana, Sike Lyrical Unibomber Ima allergic to drama Mentality of a felon Rebelling elevate While you repellin´ Only hate because I´m sellin´ Who you tellin´? See I was on that raw shit While you was on that naw shit The people "they gonna toss it" When that all they endorse it I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin´ way before shit was even real
I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry But my hunger for this music is on another level This shit will truly have you contemplatin´ deals with the devil But homie I´m a king not a pawn I never settle Cause the strength within my mind Is so fine I can bend metal
Yeah, In high school I wasn´t worried about them A´s and B´s I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, Sike All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow celsius I surpass degrees Homie, please And now I´m feelin´ like I´m number 1 Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I´m coming from Can you feel me? Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream Followin´ dreams, livin´ our lives like movie scenes Started as a teen, sippin´ liquor, smoking´ green For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles Best get your money in order fore´ you get checked now
(Yeah)The beats my bitch, the mic´s my mistress Fiance flowin´ I engage, don´t miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death Fuckin´ with Logic, it´s inevitable that I will result in your imminent death Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain´t nothin´ left I´m Gregory House and this game is testin´ my patients Been on the low like freemasons Livin´ amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun Divine white wine flowin´, yes you know its aging You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations