[ Featuring Gako ]
It's the genius savant
Rocking Yves Saint Laurent
I write in Forsyth font
I'm like Immanuel Kant
Ugh
They know I got the recipe
In pursuit of my destiny
Can't let it get the best of me
It's stressing me
Hate the ignorance of my art
Let's take 'em back to the start
It's the sum of the parts
I prayed for this in the dark
Seeing things like Donnie Darko
Heart colder than the North Pole
Cnd also,
I'm Katniss Everdeen with a crossbow
The sound is so deafening
Demons I be wrestling
Got 'em in an uproar
The hype is unsettling
Definitely
A legend in the making
Never left an opportunity for grabs, I gotta take it
Face it
I'll never come to terms with being basic
See my goals in front of me, no need for any LcSIK
Serve me a beat on a platter and I'll lace it
It's Forsyth baby, ya crazy
99 miles and I'm running
Trouble keep coming
The make up of this man got 'em stumped like woah
Did you hear his flow?
He speaks what he knows
His heart seems cold
He stuck to the code, the only one he knows
He flips it from the guts
From the depths of his soul
When your back's to the wall
There's only one place to go
Ready set, we're going going going
All the way up
I got the gift of the gab
With the pen and the pad
A legend like Sinbad
With swag you thought that you had
It's the return of the Mac
The Undertaker in black
To rid this earth of the wack
My vibes are dripping with crack
My enemies catch a slap for fake loving and daps
Cuz when I got off track they never had my back
Nope
That being said though
Ct your head like a dread hoe
Balls deep homie with bravado and gusto
You must know
You're bearing witness to a new breed
On some shit you've never seen
C new fighting machine
The style is too clean
Polished up and pristine
Build my brand and prestige
Cuz I got mouths to feed
And since life ain't cheap man, I guess I'm on a mission
Call the studio my lab, I'm in this bitch like a chemist
Heard I got a dirty mouth, well I guess I need a dentist
Two middle fingers up, it's the muthaf*ckin' menace moving
99 miles and I'm running
Trouble keep coming
The make up of this man got 'em stumped like woah
Did you hear his flow?
He speaks what he knows
His heart seems cold
He stuck to the code, the only one he knows
He flips it from the guts
From the depths of his soul
When your back's to the wall
There's only one place to go
Ready set, we're going going going
All the way up
