lyrics:
impossible for ya boy to stay anonymous
i break laws, jaws, and false promises
i kill expectations and crooked congressmen
i like beats that’s lofi and slightly ominous,
y’all know what time it is, i’ve been duckin dirty politics
eversince i knew of their existence, i’ve just been dodging ‘em
these motherfuckers incompetent as a protestant
who couldn’t even tell you if god exists in full consciousness
make it to a spot where i can spread across continents
where i’m living off combinations of vowels and consonants
make it to spot that’s sim’lar to nastradamus’s
you can find me in that bitch polishing my accomplishments
they’ll find my notes app and treat it like dusty documents
they’ll find my test vinyls and treat them like sacred monuments
the arsonist who thinks they’re a psychologist is here
to tell us proceed with caution, the apocalypse is near, uh
under pressure with no plan and no breathing room
some people only admit defeat once they can see their tomb
it’s high stakes and low stocks, there won’t be a boom
wrote so many lyrics and i still can’t even read a room
these is trans raps
this is 7 seconds after you’ve spoken, i will know if what you sayin’ cap
get you and your mans capped, blam that
covering your body in saran wrap, understand that
you said you ain’t tryna keep the streets clean, but your man’s caped
you ain’t ready for the flood, pump the damn brakes
damn straight, a master in the art of crate digging
i’ll flip you and brick you like a 360 with the disk in
i’m a producer first, but these ain’t second-rate raps
i’ve been bottling my flavor up like lemonade caps
what’s a street-fight punch to an MMA slap?
if you want a revolution, keep your renegades strapped, uh
never fired a weapon, but i’m not weaponless
the tongue can split a sword in half with mere messages
clear the premises, wordsmith spits venomous
any steel you stepping with will rust and cause tetanus
blow, blow, blow! cause what’s a brain to a bullet
astrain of a virus once you cured it,
the cure once another strain has overtook it
a push and pull between the people and society
kush vs. pure cuisine
flippin samples since the day i turned thirteen
but that makes me a risk cause that’ll tank my earnings
even if i get big off my music, i’ll still be working,
cause how many hitmakers you seen with pockets hurting?
we don’t belong together, this ain’t no Jermaine Dupri
so we can go our seperate ways, it’s all the same to me
i leave any studio like hurricane debris
sticks and stones break bones, i am woodwork and masonry