G-O-D, only man that I fear
Never giving a shiver to these rappers that appear
Lyrically, I'm slicker that the average, it's clear
That they're sinking to the bottom while I'm standing on the pier
Yeah, give 'em the vision of the nigga that is next up
Lector, devour the mental
Separate the real from the fake, then I bomb on their sector
World War II with the pen game
Insane, kamikaze, make 'em disappear, them Blaine
Them bland, I'm seasoned with the rap flow
Main rookie puttin up stats, I am Orakpo
You are analog, I'm cuttin' off your wack show
DTV, Comcast, FiOS
HD picture, fine to the eye, so
Look into the vision of a psycho
Michael Myers on a Friday, I'm Jason, I waste 'em
Never in your years could a spitter come replace him
I'm one-of-a-kind, with one of his mind
Kill that New World Order with every one of his lines
Something stunning to under-thinking youngins tryna rhyme
'Bout bricks, kicks, chicks, and one-time
Everybody is street, everybody is realer
Every squad is deep, everybody's a killer
Nah, they just faking, image with no substance
Chasing after the fame, struggling after one hit
Like the crack fiend's story repeated
I leave 'em, every word gives the image of Eden
So perfect, working to the top
Energy wired, like I was workin for the cops
You spit it for the blocks that you can't even go to
I spit it for the hip-hop lovers with no Pro Tools
Or no lyrics they can use with their vocals
If they don't see hope, then I'm the bi-focals
Nowadays, every rapper is so cool
I'm SoCal, headed for the shine
Winning the rap race, Andretti in his prime
With no lye, I go so high
Then snipe down on beats, it's no .45
No coke lines, but he dope rhymes
Sick, like I swallowed e.Coli
Beat down the track, but the beat won't die
Then you wonder why they picked this beat for I
Everlasting flow, everlasting track
Everlasting love, fuck a platinum plaque
The break's over, the microphone master's back
I whip stanzas, check the back of the master track
I leave scars on the Logic Pro
The hardest flow, you'd think it's mythological
They stop him? No, never that, nah, bro, never that
Live show py-ro, clubs bring that cheddar back
(I need that bread for these shows, yung...pay me, nigga!)
Yo, run it back, punt return, running back
Wide receiver after receptions
Or the QB on the scramble when he lose protection
My reality is past your perception
Fact is, you weaker than a Cricket connection
Now they say i'm unusual
I use my flow to say things you should know
So could hip-hop ever see me losing? No!
The fans love it, they watch me like The Truman Show
Never giving a shiver to these rappers that appear
Lyrically, I'm slicker that the average, it's clear
That they're sinking to the bottom while I'm standing on the pier
Yeah, give 'em the vision of the nigga that is next up
Lector, devour the mental
Separate the real from the fake, then I bomb on their sector
World War II with the pen game
Insane, kamikaze, make 'em disappear, them Blaine
Them bland, I'm seasoned with the rap flow
Main rookie puttin up stats, I am Orakpo
You are analog, I'm cuttin' off your wack show
DTV, Comcast, FiOS
HD picture, fine to the eye, so
Look into the vision of a psycho
Michael Myers on a Friday, I'm Jason, I waste 'em
Never in your years could a spitter come replace him
I'm one-of-a-kind, with one of his mind
Kill that New World Order with every one of his lines
Something stunning to under-thinking youngins tryna rhyme
'Bout bricks, kicks, chicks, and one-time
Everybody is street, everybody is realer
Every squad is deep, everybody's a killer
Nah, they just faking, image with no substance
Chasing after the fame, struggling after one hit
Like the crack fiend's story repeated
I leave 'em, every word gives the image of Eden
So perfect, working to the top
Energy wired, like I was workin for the cops
You spit it for the blocks that you can't even go to
I spit it for the hip-hop lovers with no Pro Tools
Or no lyrics they can use with their vocals
If they don't see hope, then I'm the bi-focals
Nowadays, every rapper is so cool
I'm SoCal, headed for the shine
Winning the rap race, Andretti in his prime
With no lye, I go so high
Then snipe down on beats, it's no .45
No coke lines, but he dope rhymes
Sick, like I swallowed e.Coli
Beat down the track, but the beat won't die
Then you wonder why they picked this beat for I
Everlasting flow, everlasting track
Everlasting love, fuck a platinum plaque
The break's over, the microphone master's back
I whip stanzas, check the back of the master track
I leave scars on the Logic Pro
The hardest flow, you'd think it's mythological
They stop him? No, never that, nah, bro, never that
Live show py-ro, clubs bring that cheddar back
(I need that bread for these shows, yung...pay me, nigga!)
Yo, run it back, punt return, running back
Wide receiver after receptions
Or the QB on the scramble when he lose protection
My reality is past your perception
Fact is, you weaker than a Cricket connection
Now they say i'm unusual
I use my flow to say things you should know
So could hip-hop ever see me losing? No!
The fans love it, they watch me like The Truman Show
( Lyriciss )
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