Back To The Wall [IAVB]

(Beat melody fades out and 808s kick in) Step in the set, I’m a threat to the net, every bar hit electric in air Back with the venom, adrenaline in ‘em, I bend ‘em, I’m bending the snare When I get locked in the pocket, it’s rocket ignition — we gone, I don’t care [Verse 1] Fresh out the chamber, the banger is dangerous, aimed at the face of the fraud Play with the cadence, invasive arrangements, I’m carving my name in the wall Razor precision, division of rhythm, incision is made with a saw Say you a beast but your leash still attached, I don’t see you escaping at all I’m in the zone where the chrome get shown, every tone fully loaded and primed Clutch on the mic like a vice, I’m precise, every line intertwine with the grind Cut from a cloth that was woven in chaos, I glow in the cold of the climb Most of you fold when the pressure get applied, I’m applying it over time Switch up the tempo, crescendo to memo the memo that memoized me Been in the gym with the pen and the pad, now the stamina never deplete Sending a flurry, you blurry, I hurry the beat to a permanent sleep Syllable killer, I drill ‘em, I fill up the void when I enter the street Never no luck, it’s a craft I construct, every punch calculated and clean Built from the dust to erupt in a rush, now the hush turn a hush to a scream Eyes on the crown, I’m not backing it down, I’m attacking the gap in between Run it back, double tap, when the hi-hat clap — it’s a wrap for the scene [Verse 2] Back with a backbone of granite, I plan it, I slam it, I stand on the ledge Hand on the hammer, I damage the canvas, abandon the average edge Branding the standard, I raise up the banner, command it, I never would beg You talking in circles, I square up the verse and convert it to currency bread Quick with the pivot, I live in the minute, the minute is mine to command Drift in the pocket, I lock it and cock it, then drop it right back in your hand Scripted in fire, inspired by wires, I’m wired to fry up the land Standing alone in a throne that was grown from the stones I would carry and brand Move with a militant mind and a mission, ambition is bigger than fear Vision is vivid, I pivot and shift it, the image get clearer each year Spitting in spirals, survival revival, I rival whoever appear When I get near to the peak of the gear, it’s severe — I don’t disappear Never diluted, the blueprint is rooted in hunger and hustle and scars Shoot for the stars but I spar with the dark, I depart with the heart of a god Part of the art is the spark in the dark when you start from the bottom and crawl When I ignite and recite with a bite, it’s goodnight — I’m taking it all [pre-Outro] Yeah Still in the fast lane, gas flame bright when the asphalt crack No brakes when I accelerate, elevate — ain’t no fallback path Came from the baseline, now the headline read my name in caps When the beat fade, I remain — that’s a fact. [Intro / Hook] Yeah Uh Back on the block, got the lock and the stock, I was clockin’ the drop by dawn Hand on the scale, never fail with the mail, we was weighin’ it out on the lawn Heat in the coat, money float in a boat, every note I was totin’ was long When you come from the mud and the flood don’t budge, you adapt or you gone [Verse 1] Posted on pavement, adjacent to danger, acquainted with cops in the night Play with the paper, the razor for later, I’m slicing the slab just right Bag it and tag it, the traffic was tragic, but stacking was part of the life Rapid transactions, subtracting the fractions, I’m adding it back to the price Flip after flip, I was gripping the zip in a rental with tint on the glass Watching the mirrors, the fear get clearer whenever a cruiser would pass Counting the cash in a stash in the dash, I was moving it fast Learning the math, if it don’t make a path to a bag, then I’m letting it pass Cold in the winter, the center of interest was keeping the lights on at home Momma was stressing, eviction messages pressing, I’m stepping alone Phone doing numbers, I’m under the covers, the hustle was sewn in my bones Tone on robotic, narcotics exotic, we zoning and holding the zone Dodging indictments, excitement and sirens igniting the flight in my chest Right by the steps of the complex, I’m complex, I’m fighting to flex Nights I was restless, obsessive investments, compressing the risk with the stress Now when I rap about traps and the maps, it’s facts — I ain’t cap in the text [Outro] velly got dat blaze ...aye...aye...I'm dun....