[Intro] [Atmospheric vinyl crackle] [Epic orchestral string swell] [Tempo: 94bpm] [Heavy cinematic horn hit] Yeah. They thought it was luck. They thought it was a temporary moment. But this was coded into the DNA before the studio lights ever turned on. Look at the trajectory. Watch. [Beat drops: Crisp driving boom bap drums and heavy bassline] [Verse 1] [Confident triumphant rap delivery] Check the alignment, the stars are completely straight I didn't knock on the door, I broke down the gate No hesitation when stepping inside the arena The vision is sharper, the panoramic is cleaner They talk about practice, I talk about absolute rule I was sharpening the blades while they were sleeping in school A natural born executive, a king of the track With the weight of the city resting right on my back You can't manufacture the spirit, you can't fake the drive I’m the reason the underground is staying alive No artificial booster, no fraudulent hype I’m a distinct specification, a dangerous type So clear the runway, let the champion breathe I’ve got a couple more tricks hiding up in the sleeve Every single milestone was already designed I’m just walking the path that was perfectly aligned! [Chorus] [Soulful high-pitched female vocal sample] [Triumphant horn accents] Don't you know I was born for this... Yeah, it's something you can't miss... Step out the dark and look at the crown. [Verse 2] [Drums intensify] [Fast precise rap cadence] I am the structural anchor holding down the franchise Looking straight through the envy right in their eyes They want to debate the status, debate the longevity I sum up their whole career with absolute brevity A masterclass architect, drawing up the scheme Turning every single nightmare back into a dream I put the work in the vault, lock it up tight Operating the console through the middle of the night They wanted simple equations, a basic routine But I’m running a complex, heavy machine The metadata is clean, the catalog's pure Every single execution is solid and sure So check the credentials, look at the pedigree Ain't nobody in the industry moving ahead of me! [Chorus] [Soulful high-pitched female vocal sample] [Layered vocal harmony] Don't you know I was born for this... Yeah, it's something you can't miss... Step out the dark and look at the crown. [Verse 3] [Beat switches to solo marching snare and heavy sub bass] [Intense focused delivery] No gravity can hold it when the rocket is launched The foundation is solid, the narrative's staunch I watched the pretenders trying to copy the style But they can't even run a quarter of the mile I’m medical with the pen, surgical with the flow The more they try to dim it, the brighter it's gonna glow I don't need an introduction, the presence is massive Leaving every single critic completely passive The ink is dripping destiny all over the page An absolute authority taking over the stage I built the kingdom from the dirt and the stone And now I’m sitting very heavy directly on the throne! [Chorus] [Soulful high-pitched female vocal sample] [Passionate belted vocals] Don't you know I was born for this... Yeah, it's something you can't miss... Step out the dark and look at the crown. [Verse 4] [Full instrumentation swells] [Aggressive triple-time rap pattern] So stamp it in the record, print it on the layout There ain't no negotiation or a tactical buyout The final invoice is settled, the mastery is proven Look at the massive crowd that I’ve already got moving The record is spinning heavy, the bassline is knocking The entire momentum is completely unlocking A hard-hitting reminder of the legacy built I’m pouring out the energy until the cup is spilt No signatures required on your dotted line The catalog is secured and the narrative's mine The microphone is smoking, the session is done And everybody knows that the battle is won. [Outro] [Beat cut] [Massive horn blast] [Only strings sustained looping softly] [Fade out to vinyl crackle] [End]
