Yeah (Two rounds in) You said my shit was lit Then came back swinging I respect it But you called yourself King So hand that crown over First round, talking slaughter and threats Teeth bared, chest out, poison in the breath Said I couldn’t see what was coming up next Funny, I saw your whole pattern before you finished the set Took my titles, twisted the names HIGH, GRAVITY, CONTROL in the flames I gave you that one, clever play But a king needs more than remembering what I made Round two, you switched up the pace Said my shit was lit, then spit in my face Flowers first, disrespect came late Praise the whole meal then complain ’bout the plate Admit it, emit it, inhibit the merit Every rhyme got cousins, every line inherited Great, fate, weight, hate, dictate, demonstrate By the eighth “-ate” rhyme I predicted number eight You make the rhyme then search for the thought I make the thought hit then every syllable locks You build stairs high, get stuck at the top I kick one rung loose, watch the whole thing drop GIMME THAT CROWN Hand that shit down Keep calling yourself King But a king don’t need to announce GIMME THAT CROWN Whole kingdom made of rhyme schemes I figured ’em out Keep the venom Keep the threats Keep the records But the crown? GIMME THAT CROWN “Threat To Be” might be the truth that you wrote Future tense on the danger, still becoming the GOAT “Legendary” stamped like the title makes it so That’s printing your own trophy then applauding at the show “Crown Breaker” sitting there in your catalog You wrote the ending before the battle kicked off That’s foreshadowing, couldn’t script it this clean You brought the crown to the fight, handed me the theme “No Antidote,” venom, poison, disease “Festival of Poisons,” change the recipe please Chrysalis poisoned, parasite shit too Whole arsenal toxic, still nothing getting through Poison needs dosage, precision and aim You dump the whole bottle then wonder what changed Big words dressed up but got nothing to say Vocabulary’s ammo, not the person who aims You want syllables? Fine Calculate, calibrate, navigate, elaborate Aggravate, activate, animate, accelerate Fabricate, validate, casually exaggerate Matching every ending doesn’t automatically innovate I can bend it, extend it, suspend it and send it Put a rhyme in a rhyme, dismantle the sentence Switch pocket, drop cadence, come back with vengeance Technique without meaning is an engine with no transmission Hundred horsepower No road, no direction You rhyme just to prove you can rhyme I rhyme cause the line got a reason to climb You pack every bar till the whole thing can’t breathe I leave enough room so the punchline can speak GIMME THAT CROWN Hand that shit down You built the whole castle I found cracks in the ground GIMME THAT CROWN All that venom and smoke All those syllables thrown Still couldn’t protect the throne King Koff GIMME THAT CROWN You walked in like the ending was decided Every verse had me dead, every bar had me dying But the more you described it, the less I was buying Keep telling me you’re dangerous instead of providing That’s backwards You give me the result Before giving a reason to believe in the fault “I’m deadly, I’m venom, I’m king, I’m assault” Like yelling “plot twist” before opening the vault And I’m not saying you can’t rap That’d be a lie You got rhythm and clearly can write That’s why I’m going this hard in the final tonight I don’t waste this many bars on somebody light But skill ain’t a crown and rhyming ain’t reign Calling yourself great don’t make greatness your name A king makes one move and they remember the play Not remind everybody every bar of the day You said first-rate, checkmate, dominate Chess ain’t won cause you yell what the pieces should make I watched every move, saw the pattern take shape Moved one pawn forward, put the king in my range Check This is the last one, I’m closing the book No fourth-round bait, no extra little hook You wanted my best, now go back and look You brought every weapon and I still never shook You had poison, I brought chemistry You had crowns, I brought imagery You had words, I brought delivery You had rhyme chains, I brought versatility Called it a slaughterhouse, here’s the twist Walked through the front, came out with the keys to the shit Said ring the bell cause it tolls for me I’m ringing it once cause the battle’s complete That “deadweight” line? Yeah, I kept that receipt Deadweight sinks I dragged it beneath It’s a metaphor, Koff See? That’s what the words are supposed to mean Rhyme Rampage? I got reason and rhythm Poison in bottles? I put purpose within ’em You brought the crown here I came here to lift it Not cause I hate you Because you said come get it GIMME THAT CROWN Hand that shit down You brought a king to the battle I’m leaving with it now GIMME THAT CROWN
