[Verse 1] Mic check, one two, I don't need a rehearsal Universal verbal, turn a circle to a spiral Vital and survival is arrival of denial Rifle through a Bible for a title, I'm a rival Never wrote it down, it was found in the moment Every single sound is a wound that I own it [Hook] Off the dome, off the dome, ain't no paper in sight Just a room and a loop and a mic and a night If it lands then it lands, if it don't then it don't Everybody wanna plan, I'm the reason that they won't
