Bulletproof Soul
Yeah
Ladies and Gentlemen
Yo, yo
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Yo, yo, yo
Pick up the mic and spit
The livest shit, I'm fully hyped for this
I insist, you just take a seat
And vibe to this
Verbal scientist, striking swift
Yeah I'm lightning quick
You lying pricks
Ain't as strong as my writers' wrist
That I'm writing with when I write my list
Of the type of shit
To leave the cypher blitzed
You rappers are looking slightly pissed
That I'm back now and ain't budging
Yeah you can try and shift
But I'm heavy in this game
Ain't no diet it's
A shame how, all these whack rappers
Spreading like viruses
It's time to fix
They're nothing more than a minor glitch
I'll rewrite your discs
I'm usually chill, but I can switch
If you think this track's about you
Well if the Nike fits
What you know about
Giving your whole life for this
And facing so much rejection
You wanna slice your wrists
And having a few friends turn haters
That might assist
And sacraficing having a family
Just for the slightest whiff
Of success, yeah I'm stressed
And depressed, such a mess
But I guess, I won't rest
Until my mind is fixed
From this life I've lived
And these demons I'm always fighting with
Leaving no stone unturned
Rocking the Titan's Mitt
My appetite consists
Of dope beats and just writing hits
Long as a mic exists
I'm ruling with an iron fist
The most feared
I ain't ever even been slightly dissed
I was getting chills when I was writing this
Cold flows, they front like I'm so-so
But still fire enough to just rip a hole in the O-Zone
I'm no clone
Oh yeah the craft is original
Take you back to the lyrical
Half you rappers are pitiful
Take you back to the spiritual
Get detached from your physical
A smoking gun
Don't make me scratch off the serial
Take the mask off and really go
Dumb, but you don't hear me though
A bunch of sheep
It's time to show you the billy G.O.A.T
I've got the illy flow
Everyone in my city know
But my props? Nah
They don't wanna give me those
So fuck it
I'm coming for all you rappers heads
I ain't feeling bitter or sad
I just get mad instead
Road rage on this road to fame
Cuz they're laps ahead
My pad is red
From all the times that I've crashed and bled
Perhaps I've shed
Too much and so now my passion's dead
But I'm never quitting
I just, keep coming back instead
Better than ever
Whatever the weather
I string a - sentence together
It's clever and never
Could you fill these shoes
If you could measure the pressure
And the fact my patience
Is getting lesser and lesser
I'm bout to flip out
For all the years that I missed out
I'm pissed now
Like anyone can get dissed now
But they could never touch my bulletproof soul
Though we may fall to pieces
I'm gon' pull us through whole, yeah
Ladies and Gentlemen
Yo, yo
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Arts and Crafts on the way, aye
Yo, yo, yo
Pick up the mic and spit
The livest shit, I'm fully hyped for this
I insist, you just take a seat
And vibe to this
Verbal scientist, striking swift
Yeah I'm lightning quick
You lying pricks
Ain't as strong as my writers' wrist
That I'm writing with when I write my list
Of the type of shit
To leave the cypher blitzed
You rappers are looking slightly pissed
That I'm back now and ain't budging
Yeah you can try and shift
But I'm heavy in this game
Ain't no diet it's
A shame how, all these whack rappers
Spreading like viruses
It's time to fix
They're nothing more than a minor glitch
I'll rewrite your discs
I'm usually chill, but I can switch
If you think this track's about you
Well if the Nike fits
What you know about
Giving your whole life for this
And facing so much rejection
You wanna slice your wrists
And having a few friends turn haters
That might assist
And sacraficing having a family
Just for the slightest whiff
Of success, yeah I'm stressed
And depressed, such a mess
But I guess, I won't rest
Until my mind is fixed
From this life I've lived
And these demons I'm always fighting with
Leaving no stone unturned
Rocking the Titan's Mitt
My appetite consists
Of dope beats and just writing hits
Long as a mic exists
I'm ruling with an iron fist
The most feared
I ain't ever even been slightly dissed
I was getting chills when I was writing this
Cold flows, they front like I'm so-so
But still fire enough to just rip a hole in the O-Zone
I'm no clone
Oh yeah the craft is original
Take you back to the lyrical
Half you rappers are pitiful
Take you back to the spiritual
Get detached from your physical
A smoking gun
Don't make me scratch off the serial
Take the mask off and really go
Dumb, but you don't hear me though
A bunch of sheep
It's time to show you the billy G.O.A.T
I've got the illy flow
Everyone in my city know
But my props? Nah
They don't wanna give me those
So fuck it
I'm coming for all you rappers heads
I ain't feeling bitter or sad
I just get mad instead
Road rage on this road to fame
Cuz they're laps ahead
My pad is red
From all the times that I've crashed and bled
Perhaps I've shed
Too much and so now my passion's dead
But I'm never quitting
I just, keep coming back instead
Better than ever
Whatever the weather
I string a - sentence together
It's clever and never
Could you fill these shoes
If you could measure the pressure
And the fact my patience
Is getting lesser and lesser
I'm bout to flip out
For all the years that I missed out
I'm pissed now
Like anyone can get dissed now
But they could never touch my bulletproof soul
Though we may fall to pieces
I'm gon' pull us through whole, yeah
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Writer(s): Matt Hand
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