Yo, check it, uh Time to spit the truth, no game, no bag, no fame, no loot no grammy no crown, no one tearing me down no chain, no whip, no blame, just spit. no game, no lambo, no fame, just rap shit. ( facts ) So relax, when I attack, I don’t come with weak bars, I ain’t fazed by hype, I fear no charts, no barks, no sparks. My pen’s a blade, I mac, slicen' fakes in three, no label owns me, each label disowns me faster crafted beats, fun dancen' drum, No platinum plaques, but my art’s the sun. the son of god, I laugh, no gods in sight, rapture, voice grind like harp, sharp, burnin’ the mic. capture, ya'll want new gems, I’m diggin’ so learn to swim while I am, drinking orange juice with a blunt for breakfast. fast break, Fans dream OGs droppn' wisdom for youth how control flow like a scalpel, cut deep, precise, OGs stop dropping hits, nothin’ but ice. Mybeats go bark, to spark up your dreams, It glows in the booth, it flows like a steam train. nobody’s heard it, so don't complain, ‘cause nobody’s seen it, schoolin’ obscene kids with bars that convene. No stage, no rage, no applause, rippin’ it raw, My thoughts are a maze, I’m walk you thru. Black and blue or red white and blue spittin’ like wishn' you was a graybeard too disguise lies that's the key to game for fame, no grammy no crown, no one tearing me down no chain, no whip, no blame, just spit. no game, no lambo, no fame, just rap shit. ( facts ) So relax, or relapse, cuz last cat I saw who chased it ain’t free. They put on a mask, they fall, they flop, I’m sick with the ink, no deal, I pop. I’m the craft, boating thru flows of your streams My pit’s my pen, I’m tearin’ the draft. No sellout vibes, no fame devise, This game’s unwise, I’m chewin’ jaws. we on a sea saw, I'm about to resolve it no lost in my head, dont' pause it, I’m spewin’ light, Caught in broad day, escape in the night. delt the years weigh, felt flow’s still tight, failed my own path, no matter the vision. I’m eatin’ my kills, no scraps for vultures, cultural underground unknown, too old I’ma spittin’ purpose, Bars so complex, but don't worship my verses. I’m bananas with this, more tricky than most, leave ‘em shook like a ghost, thought I heard mac dre ghost, paranormal, like radios coast to coast. beats in my home, my bars playn' the bones I’m still ahead of my time, do I spell it? ya'll can't not afford, because a time comes to stop discord anymore against AI. But, don't get sore, cuz AI can't rap so it's delicate. But, AI makes beats ( huh ) faster than I can spell the title of it. Old rappers gonna sit and grow old, instead of synagogue their entire catalog, re-energize and monopolize their own music, to popularize and prove it, use it or lose it. no grammy no crown, no one tearing me down no chain, no whip, no blame, just spit. no game, no lambo, no fame, just rap shit. ( so relax ) ( so relax )
