I'm inside you. ye! (blazegod...aye, aye Who's daaaawtt) lil stupid ass bitch iss. velly blaze wrote it don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem Skeleton keys to the game, I unlocked it then locked it again just to show I’m the specialist Syncin’ my tempo with demons, I’m dreamin’ in decimals, heaven is sentiment Wait— I’m back in my bag with the madness, a manic mechanic with patterns I’m patchin’ the fabric of rap with a tactical rapid attack on you average assassins You lackin’ the passion, I’m stackin’ the fragments of shattered egos in caskets Then drag ‘em and cast ‘em in acid, dissolvin’ the frauds into lyrical plasma Uh— Who want it? I got it in bundles of pain and abundance of rage in the stomach I’m runnin’ the numbers, I’m somethin’ like thunder, a hundred percent when I’m dumpin’ A tongue like a gun, I go dum-di-di-dum with the drum, I ain’t bluffin’ Combustin’ the function, production erupts when I touch it, you duckin’ or trust it? [Flow switch]— I pivot, position the vision with prism precision, decisions is critical Minimal syllables? Never, I’m fillin’ the measure with treasure, the pressure is biblical Miracle metaphors mixed with the militant rhythm, I’m buildin’ a visual You see what I’m sayin’, I paint it in cadence, the cadence is paintin’ it literal Let’s go— I’m too intricate, scribblin’ scriptures that cripple opponents who mimic the sentiment Rippin’ the ligament, limitless with it, I pivot the rhythm, I’m killin’ the instruments Intelligent ignorance—ignorant geniuses thinkin’ they deep but they skimmin’ the sentences I swim in the deep end with beasts and I feast on the weak, that’s the difference in discipline Pause— Breathe control, reload, then I reflow the sequence Each quote a kilo of ethos, I peak then I peak it Three modes—beast mode, priest mode, ego deletion Speak cold, heat soul, reload—lethal treatment Now watch— I bend time with a rhyme when I’m lockin’ the pocket Metronome in my mental, I never be droppin’ the topic Top of the food chain, I’m chewin’ through you lames, you not even an option I’m droppin’ atomic deposits of knowledge while makin’ it sound like a problem Yeah— I came from the bottom with trauma, but turned it to commas and karma A farmer of darkness, I harvest the hardship and sharpen my art like a katana They wanted a martyr, I’m more like a monster with posture and proper composure Exposure to pressure just made me a diamond, I’m shinin’ in violent composure Final switch— I’m apex, break necks with cadence Take steps through mazes I made in my basement Brain wired different, I’m glitchin’ the matrix Ink got a body count, pages is graveshift — don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem don't fuck around n get hit, aye Don't fuck around wit my dawgs dem (Outro / Spoken cadence fade) Every bar a blade. Every scheme a system. You don’t just hear this… You survive it.
