[Intro - calm, deliberate] You said it's therapy, not music... Funny, 'cause therapy's cheaper than the L you're about to take... Watch me prove you wrong in the same four minutes you doubted me... [Verse 1] You said no bounce, no knock, no edge up in the booth But the only thing that's flat right now is every bar you used as proof Said you knew what's next before it even got to play Funny how you're still right here, still pressing replay anyway (ha) I'm in your head rent free, mortgage paid, deed signed too Came at me with "diary," that's some cheap shot, "soft" coming from you Talkin' 'bout my structure like you understand construction When your whole career's one beat away from total deconstruction [Hook] Yeah you said it wouldn't stick (it's stuck) Yeah you said it wouldn't hit (it's hit) Now it's livin' rent free up in your head (no rent) Bet you didn't think I had this much left (I do) [Verse 2 - beat doubles, sharper, faster] You said predictable, said you already knew the show Well here's a plot twist for you, watch me flip it on the dough Called my pain a "diary leak," well let me leak a little truth Wrote five verses dissin' me, that's obsession, not a diss, dude Said I got no hunger, well I'm hungry now, let's eat Chew you up and spit you back into the same four feet Predictability kills a track, that's what you wrote in line So how predictable is this beat switch happening right on time [Bridge - triplet flow, drops then explodes] You-wanted-ur-gen-cy (yeah) You-wanted-rise-and-fall (yeah) [Beat cuts for two bars] Here-it-is— [Crashes back in at double tempo, triplet flow continues] THIS-the-wait-what's-next-you-said-I-nev-er-had THIS-the-edge-the-build-the-break-the-snap-the-crack-the-slap You came here swinging at a man who built his pain to last While you wrote a science project tryna analyze a flask [Verse 3 - controlled, technical, closing the argument] No real hate back at you, just facts wrapped in a verse You came for my foundation, well let's talk about who's worse Spent a whole career critiquing 'stead of makin' somethin' yours That's the actual definition of an artist runnin' out of doors I don't gotta tear you down to prove that I'm the one who's right Just had to flip the script and show you versatile and tight Emotional don't mean basic, that's the lesson that you missed Now run that back and tell me which one of us really exists [Outro - confident, final] Therapy or not... You're still talkin' about it... That's replay value... That's the only proof I needed... ...Watch me do it again. (ha)
