[Lyric] The Perfectionist (Malcom Mufunde & Synik)

Verse:
First law in my playbook is never play by the book
If they read your moves, you can't keep it straight like a rook
My cold flow gives your hottest rapper a chill
You know he'll suck the devil's phallus for half of my skill
Same niggas that rap trash is the niggas that trash rap
I'm tired of getting directions from niggas not on the map
It's why a brother had to step up now and become king
On my Hendrix; make music while pulling the strings
And make headlines too
Picture my BBC on BBC as I penetrate the news
So whenever I see thesе rappers call themself king
I undеrstand they're just doing their best impression of me
Coz I know these Paralympians, they're lame on a track
That's a perfect employment rate coz all of them wack
Y'all keep asking me if I'm hotter than hell though
There's no way in hell that I'll ever say hell no
I came straight out the projects
To knock these motherfuckers off their Oedipus Complex
On the camera, niggas act solid
But I came in the picture to ruin their image; I'm photo-bombing
I was already top four before I got in top form
Skyscraping with these bars and I gave 'em a top flow
I'm the king when I write
Coz you know a ruler gotta keep it straight with the lines
Tell a rapper to challenge me if they ever want clarity
I'll straighten up a nigga like conversion therapy
Haha, my humor's darker than my melanin
Your bars are a joke too; sadly, unintentionally
I'm hella nice, I'm a hell of a nice guy
Rapping on thiopental, why the hell would I lie
About robbing banks or the yayo I was moving?
I keep it a buck 50 in the game like G-Unit
Y'all lie to be stars with your fraudulent astrology
But I studied your antics; this is archeology
I'm well-versed with these verses
I only came to push the culture forward like progressives
And word to Harare
You were sleeping on me so I became your worst nightmare
Honestly, I just wanted to quit
But you kept pressing for more music and I'm a piano key
So I gave in to the pressure
And I gave out these bars as the unit of measure
It's chemistry, the explosive reaction to my bars
I put the audience in their element, you spit a noble gas
I'm the God, and all comparison is blasphemy
Rock solid, but ain't no temperature could weather me
Been a long time coming
I remember talking to Syn before I started rhyming
Outro skit:
...you don't get what I'm talking about. You know, what you consider trash, iwewe, is actually zvandiri kunasolavha because... I don't know. I, I realized kuti we're actually approaching this from two different perspectives. You're so perfectionist. Well, I... I hate, like, zvinhu zviri overproduced- zvinhu zvaenda too much detail, too much attention. I want zvinhu zviri raw. That's why I said, yeah, these beats-- that's why I fell in love with your beats. So, zvauri kutoita izvozvo ka, funga-- make the trashest thing you think you've made; trash. Yeah, that's the thing I, hahaha, that's the thing I want actually. Because there's a rawness to it zviri kundinakidza. Like, there is this-- everyone can make, like, chinhu chiri, ugh. I don't know how to put it. Ndiri kutadza mawords to put it. But your stuff is really really different. There's you, then there's, uh [?]. There's, there's karawness kamwe so. Ha-- ha-- hazvisi kufanira kunge zviri-- zviri kuita kunge zviri factory-made, no. There should be a signature. There should be a quality to it imwe ingori different from everything else. And that's what these all have. They are not overproduced. They're just simple. They are to the point. They, yah-- these last two, especially these last two. I think these are my favorite because ane kamelancholy kamwe kandiri kuda futi and everything. Not that you should work toward that. Just work on anything. But the perfection yauri kutsvaga iwewe; this is the perfect version you have- this rawness, this. It's-- I know it's not the right word but it's natural. And yah, that's- that's what I love. That's why I love your beats. This natural. Don't even try to overdo it. This is mwa as is