Monk Status

[Verse] Rap God MC, microphone killer Superhero identity, point-break villain Flow so hard, got a young (dog) drippin' Straight to the dome, with a (don) like vision Boy, you in the loop like a (soup) kitchen Word to my dogs, I can really go the distance Watch me go the distance One mic, one two, when the vibe go missin' In a heartbeat, (dog) can switch in an instant High meditation, I’m feeling like a monk I might levitate like a monk Gold on my mind, I’m thinking ’bout the bucks Ain’t no genie, but they see me when they look I don’t know no L, I just call it how I see it I can tell you out the loop Boy, I’m way too in the mix And they told me I was too ambitious Well, I know they don’t really mean it Flow so cold, make a grown man need it Supervillain from the womb, young boy fiendin' Flow so cold, make a grown man need it (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I’m an all-star like a young Jeff Teague and (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) One time for my dogs, gotta feed ’em If I know I gotta eat, then my (dogs) gotta eat too No sleep, but I’m living out my dream, though No cap, I been living out my dreams, bro Not my style, but I do it for the team, though Living my dreams, man, I feel like Ozzie In the future, I’ma tell my kids they should never try me And they gon’ reply like, "Okay, Papi" All I hear is cha-ching, like a old hobby Boy, I’m too in the loop, I can’t slow down It’s just my intuition, I just know now I’m too in the loop, I can’t slow down High meditation, I’m feeling like a monk I might levitate like a monk Gold on my mind, I’m thinking ’bout the bucks Ain’t no genie, but they see me when they look I don’t know no L, I just call it how I see it I can tell you out the loop Boy, I’m way too in the mix And they told me I was too ambitious Well, I know they don’t really mean it I just know that it’s my season I just know that it’s my season Supervillain from the womb, young boy fiendin' Flow so cold, make a grown man need it I’m an all-star like a young Jeff Teague and One time for my dogs, gotta feed ’em (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Supervillain from the womb, young boy fiendin' Flow so cold, make a grown man need it I’m an all-star like a young Jeff Teague and One time for my dogs, gotta feed ’em [Chorus] Mmm, mmm I need peace and quiet Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out Oh, mmm Oh, mmm [Verse] The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk The inner thoughts of a rap god What is a myth? Am I legit? (legit) As soon as I enter a room, I feel the mood shift Your rap careers are on their second trimester They had a good run, though, good effort I treat the money like music, make sure the paper is measured Make sure my homies get every percentage Check your demeanour when you're in the presence of me King Midas, my touch is gold The universe heard the call, I'm here to collect my blessings I've been him, don't question me Breathe in, breathe out Meditation to clear my doubts I said, "Breathe in, breathe out" Meditation to clear my doubts [Chorus] The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out [Verse] I hate when they do it for the culture They lying They vultures They in it for the money and women, and it's a sickness They can't go platinum if it ain't me on the record My God, they need a blessing I only answer when God is calling, my mind's somewhere foreign My mother told me, "Never listen to the naysayers" They are gonna be talking forever, just like cicadas My faith has grown, I look forward to new seasons Ain't no time for self-pity or self-loathing Even my girl wanna spoil me I put my soul in the music, I swear it's royalty The aura is blue and green Breathe in, breathe out Meditation to clear my doubts I said, "Breathe in, breathe out" Meditation to clear my doubts [Chorus] The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out The soul of a Tibetan monk Twelve dead crickets in a medicine trunk Breathe in, breathe out Breathe in, breathe out