GOD COMPLEX VADYR [Verse 1] I put a scope on the sentence, every word got a target You brought a clip to the session, I brought a whole different cartridge My pen put holes in your argument, your rebuttal need patching I make a case out of a beat, now the evidence is platinum I’m too loaded with bars, put a safety on the flow Every round of applause got a reason to explode They keep reaching for my level, need a ladder made of hope I don’t aim for the top spot, I make the top spot move I got a magazine of schemes, every page got a body Double meaning in the chamber, pull the trigger on the copy Your best shot missed the mark, mine made the mark look sloppy You got a target on your back, I got targets in the lobby I make a killing with the pen, let the paper take the blame Put a body on the beat, now the producer knows the name You got bars, but they’re behind you like a sentence you can’t change I got freedom in the flow, every line escapes the frame [Chorus] God complex, I got heaven in my crosshairs Whole room goes quiet when I put the truth in plain air They want my position, but the position isn’t vacant I don’t shoot for the stars, I make constellations rearrange it God complex, every bar got a hidden mechanism Pull one thread, watch the whole damn meaning start shifting I’m not claiming I’m divine, I’m just hard to put a limit on You can pray for my downfall, I’ll make a profit off the hymn [Verse 2] I don’t miss, I make the distance look deliberate You brought a full clip, still ain’t got a round that’s relevant Your whole crew got a shot, but the odds are looking delicate I turn a firing line to a fucking unemployment benefit They put a price on my head, couldn’t cover the interest You got bodies in your corner, I got corners in your business Every time you raise the stakes, I make the table look expensive You keep reaching for the crown, I keep changing what it’s worth I got sights on the summit, every step is a threat You got shooters on standby, still ain’t made a shot connect Your whole squad’s on the scope, I can see the regret You ain’t out of your depth, you’re somewhere nobody’s found yet I leave the whole room shell-shocked, now the silence got a pulse You came strapped with confidence, left questioning the vault I got more rounds in reserve than you got reasons to talk You keep counting all your wins, I’m deciding what they cost Every chamber got a purpose, every round got a destination You mistake a little distance for a chance at separation I can make a whole career disappear without retaliation You call it luck when I survive; I call it poor calculation [Chorus] God complex, I got heaven in my crosshairs Whole room goes quiet when I put the truth in plain air They want my position, but the position isn’t vacant I don’t shoot for the stars, I make constellations rearrange it God complex, every bar got a hidden mechanism Pull one thread, watch the whole damn meaning start shifting I’m not claiming I’m divine, I’m just hard to put a limit on You can pray for my downfall, I’ll make a profit off the hymn [Verse 3] I got a god complex, but the evidence is piling Every time they call it blasphemy, the whole room starts aligning I don’t need a fucking throne, I got kings out here reclining They keep praying for a weakness; I keep giving them a trial run I don’t bluff, I let the silence make the threat sound louder You got numbers on your side, I got the odds getting devoured Put your best man in the crosshairs, watch the confidence turn sour You brought a war to my doorstep; now your home team’s outnumbered My position’s out of reach, you need permission just to aim You keep firing off excuses like the misses bear my name Every shot you take at me puts another notch against your claim You were gunning for the title, now you’re ducking from the shame I keep one eye on the exit, one eye locked on the threat You mistake restraint for mercy; don’t confuse the two again I could leave you with the win if I thought you’d make it count But I’d rather watch you celebrate a score that doesn’t amount They keep calling it a complex, like the label makes it smaller I got heaven in my sights and hell waiting on the caller You can gather every weapon, every name, every supporter When the smoke clears, you’re still asking how I crossed the border [Final Chorus] God complex, I got heaven in my crosshairs Whole room goes quiet when I put the truth in plain air They want my position, but the position isn’t vacant I don’t shoot for the stars, I make constellations rearrange it God complex, every bar got a hidden mechanism Pull one thread, watch the whole damn meaning start shifting I’m not claiming I’m divine, I’m just hard to put a limit on You can pray for my downfall, I’ll make a profit off the hymn
