Persistent, narcissistic, in a fickle state of mind
Inconsistent and simplistic yet I stick it every time
Been on the grind. This nine to five
Gotta get out 'fore it eats me alive
Takin my time. Been on the climb
All these mistakes have been keeping me prime
Heard that I'm dope. Heard that I'm G.O.A.T
Heard that I'm better with every show
Heard that I flow. Heard that I go
Heard that I rarely come out of my home
Get me my tome, turn off my phone
And then its into the breach that I go
Never be cloned. Never be owned
Never do better than kneel at my throne
Never be good enough; set the effects
Set up some hexes and edit to death
The mess that I'm left with won't net me respect
Neglect the direction I've come to collect
Detect your intentions and hit the eject
Hit the eject. Hit the eject
Better than ever the devils in check
Get him a bed and the rebel's a threat
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
F*ck what I said get me my blade
Setup my records and get me a stage
Fed up with industry jargon from fakes
Minding my tongue while I walk among snakes
Suede straps laid back in the cut
Your lame raps straight trash, they ain't backing you up
I backstroke the flames to stay savage as f*ck
Till the black smoke remains for days up in his lungs
The last ghost to claim that he ain't gone till he finish
TV dinners into spinach end up feeling replenished
Fire-spitter finna get a little lid on his penance
Independent figures show that he's just being refinished
Always been the type to stay up all night
Set his sights on the rest ain't no rest in sight
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
Wormtooth - Into the Breach Lyrics
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Persistent, narcissistic, in a fickle state of mind
Inconsistent and simplistic yet I stick it every time
Been on the grind. This nine to five
Gotta get out 'fore it eats me alive
Takin my time. Been on the climb
All these mistakes have been keeping me prime
Heard that I'm dope. Heard that I'm G.O.A.T
Heard that I'm better with every show
Heard that I flow. Heard that I go
Heard that I rarely come out of my home
Get me my tome, turn off my phone
And then its into the breach that I go
Never be cloned. Never be owned
Never do better than kneel at my throne
Never be good enough; set the effects
Set up some hexes and edit to death
The mess that I'm left with won't net me respect
Neglect the direction I've come to collect
Detect your intentions and hit the eject
Hit the eject. Hit the eject
Better than ever the devils in check
Get him a bed and the rebel's a threat
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
F*ck what I said get me my blade
Setup my records and get me a stage
Fed up with industry jargon from fakes
Minding my tongue while I walk among snakes
Suede straps laid back in the cut
Your lame raps straight trash, they ain't backing you up
I backstroke the flames to stay savage as f*ck
Till the black smoke remains for days up in his lungs
The last ghost to claim that he ain't gone till he finish
TV dinners into spinach end up feeling replenished
Fire-spitter finna get a little lid on his penance
Independent figures show that he's just being refinished
Always been the type to stay up all night
Set his sights on the rest ain't no rest in sight
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
Inconsistent and simplistic yet I stick it every time
Been on the grind. This nine to five
Gotta get out 'fore it eats me alive
Takin my time. Been on the climb
All these mistakes have been keeping me prime
Heard that I'm dope. Heard that I'm G.O.A.T
Heard that I'm better with every show
Heard that I flow. Heard that I go
Heard that I rarely come out of my home
Get me my tome, turn off my phone
And then its into the breach that I go
Never be cloned. Never be owned
Never do better than kneel at my throne
Never be good enough; set the effects
Set up some hexes and edit to death
The mess that I'm left with won't net me respect
Neglect the direction I've come to collect
Detect your intentions and hit the eject
Hit the eject. Hit the eject
Better than ever the devils in check
Get him a bed and the rebel's a threat
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
F*ck what I said get me my blade
Setup my records and get me a stage
Fed up with industry jargon from fakes
Minding my tongue while I walk among snakes
Suede straps laid back in the cut
Your lame raps straight trash, they ain't backing you up
I backstroke the flames to stay savage as f*ck
Till the black smoke remains for days up in his lungs
The last ghost to claim that he ain't gone till he finish
TV dinners into spinach end up feeling replenished
Fire-spitter finna get a little lid on his penance
Independent figures show that he's just being refinished
Always been the type to stay up all night
Set his sights on the rest ain't no rest in sight
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
One take? Naw, I ain't that dope
Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes
Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose
I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close
Writer: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, A;varo Lopez-Moreno
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