A rare design, while most are confined to a box I shift like a paradigm
So every line, sick as Dahmer and unabomber if they're combined
Prepared to grind, cause the height im amounting to is a scary climb
So stand on my way can get clocked in the dirt, that's how I bury time
Don't open doors, we'll just break in, swingin' a big stick like cavemen
Try angles on circles you ain't in and squares get divided up by the blades end
Free as a mason, cold as a reptile, MK combined with a caiman
Engraving my name in the game, remains set in stone while I'm breaking the pavement, amen!
Y'all what I call dinner, I'm a fine wine and you a malt liquor
So they got bitter while I got better and I got bigger while y'all withered
You can rise fast but can fall quicker, I'm putting up numbers, How many?
Imagine a dime dressed in a dynamite vest, that's a bomb figure!
Opposition I'm moppin' the floor with, no pepto when my heart burns
Core lit like a jack-o-lantern, Smacked to Saturn cause you in the ring but not my orbit
You ain't big time, you a small waste, with no corset, voice like a hornet
Cause my words sting so choose wisely, 1, 2, 3, forfit
Cause I had to rebuild, I came back and I killed, with the family still and we stacking up bills
Without having a deal, cause the passion is real, only rap what I feel, the elite last
Can't stand that I'm ill cause they lacking the skill with no chance for appeal, they a snack, I'm a meal
They keep laughing until I am cracking their grill, got my hands at the wheel as I speed past
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A rare design, while most are confined to a box I shift like a paradigm
So every line, sick as Dahmer and unabomber if they're combined
Prepared to grind, cause the height im amounting to is a scary climb
So stand on my way can get clocked in the dirt, that's how I bury time
Don't open doors, we'll just break in, swingin' a big stick like cavemen
Try angles on circles you ain't in and squares get divided up by the blades end
Free as a mason, cold as a reptile, MK combined with a caiman
Engraving my name in the game, remains set in stone while I'm breaking the pavement, amen!
Y'all what I call dinner, I'm a fine wine and you a malt liquor
So they got bitter while I got better and I got bigger while y'all withered
You can rise fast but can fall quicker, I'm putting up numbers, How many?
Imagine a dime dressed in a dynamite vest, that's a bomb figure!
Opposition I'm moppin' the floor with, no pepto when my heart burns
Core lit like a jack-o-lantern, Smacked to Saturn cause you in the ring but not my orbit
You ain't big time, you a small waste, with no corset, voice like a hornet
Cause my words sting so choose wisely, 1, 2, 3, forfit
Cause I had to rebuild, I came back and I killed, with the family still and we stacking up bills
Without having a deal, cause the passion is real, only rap what I feel, the elite last
Can't stand that I'm ill cause they lacking the skill with no chance for appeal, they a snack, I'm a meal
They keep laughing until I am cracking their grill, got my hands at the wheel as I speed past
So every line, sick as Dahmer and unabomber if they're combined
Prepared to grind, cause the height im amounting to is a scary climb
So stand on my way can get clocked in the dirt, that's how I bury time
Don't open doors, we'll just break in, swingin' a big stick like cavemen
Try angles on circles you ain't in and squares get divided up by the blades end
Free as a mason, cold as a reptile, MK combined with a caiman
Engraving my name in the game, remains set in stone while I'm breaking the pavement, amen!
Y'all what I call dinner, I'm a fine wine and you a malt liquor
So they got bitter while I got better and I got bigger while y'all withered
You can rise fast but can fall quicker, I'm putting up numbers, How many?
Imagine a dime dressed in a dynamite vest, that's a bomb figure!
Opposition I'm moppin' the floor with, no pepto when my heart burns
Core lit like a jack-o-lantern, Smacked to Saturn cause you in the ring but not my orbit
You ain't big time, you a small waste, with no corset, voice like a hornet
Cause my words sting so choose wisely, 1, 2, 3, forfit
Cause I had to rebuild, I came back and I killed, with the family still and we stacking up bills
Without having a deal, cause the passion is real, only rap what I feel, the elite last
Can't stand that I'm ill cause they lacking the skill with no chance for appeal, they a snack, I'm a meal
They keep laughing until I am cracking their grill, got my hands at the wheel as I speed past
Writer: DANIEL PACHECO
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid