Drill
Welcome to the celebration of experimentation
Ezra's saturation of music
Revealed onto the world, for your entertainment
Hop on this beat like a jumping athlete
Do you think you can compete
Lit like a candle, bringing the heat
Mess with the scribe won't be waking from sleep
Talking to me, Address Properly
Not like a God, I'm more of a King
Now that I got the mic I can convert any lyrics from mumble rap into trap heat
Spontaneous recovery from apparent redundancy
Average in English but killed biology
Dissect a beat just to see what I'd find, sew together words that rhyme
Wave it around the air then freak the mic
Temporary, very scary
Like Denzel ultimate how we be seen
Machete in hand, figuratively
Cut down the fakes till we find an OG
From the street to the heart to the park
Lyrics unstoppable killing the comp
Flow needs a service, the alt needs to charge
Not before long fore I come back to blast
All of the negative energy Nas
You ain't gon succeed you got nothin
But where is the punchline when nothing is something
And something is nothing when you grew up too fast
Rents split 20 to 10, legalised twelve, drew to the pen
Lyricism shocking according to Flynn, institutionalised by the system
Climbing the ranks of a social pyramid
Not quite a ladder cos the base is bloated
Filled with subconscious souls that want to be something
Ain't gon be me, shooting for diamonds
But while I ain't rock hunting
Ima shoot for the stars end up on mars
Seems I'm flying around space grasping my neck with the amount of air I'm lacking to intake, stop
Truth is I need a quick break from all the hate
Fakes, snakes and flakes but a kit kat ain't gon bake the cake
Rare occasion that you'd find
Song only focused on rhyme
I'm certain that this is the last of its kind, cos im the not one for wasting time
But if you will let me chime, Ill prove that I'm not in my prime
Entering a colder clime but the heats just arriving I give you summertime
Dinner time, sprinkle thyme, feast on all the weaker flows
If I had a dime for every rhyme, id be in some better clothes
Just pulling your toes, I aint one to pose
Picture shows what you chose, so don't over expose
911 this artists committing a crime
This arson knows the key to the record, oh my
I'm burning the house down, watch it all fry
This is my showtime, its all by design
The words and the actions, in time will align
Like vines from the grass are influence will climb
Start from the baseline, from pennies and dimes
To work on the purpose we joined, to shine
Bring light to the people, light to the blind
Shine in their faces and cure their misguided
Efforts to give purpose to their life time
Inspire those listening, to work hard and to strive
To refine their goal line, to define their own life
To hop on the airline that takes them sky high
To destine their own line, that defines their guidelines
To be the sunshine, others need in their lives
What's the punch line, to all of these rhymes
Why am I running laps around the song, why
Just had to prove, my flow has a style
And that i refuse to be put on the side
Ezra's saturation of music
Revealed onto the world, for your entertainment
Hop on this beat like a jumping athlete
Do you think you can compete
Lit like a candle, bringing the heat
Mess with the scribe won't be waking from sleep
Talking to me, Address Properly
Not like a God, I'm more of a King
Now that I got the mic I can convert any lyrics from mumble rap into trap heat
Spontaneous recovery from apparent redundancy
Average in English but killed biology
Dissect a beat just to see what I'd find, sew together words that rhyme
Wave it around the air then freak the mic
Temporary, very scary
Like Denzel ultimate how we be seen
Machete in hand, figuratively
Cut down the fakes till we find an OG
From the street to the heart to the park
Lyrics unstoppable killing the comp
Flow needs a service, the alt needs to charge
Not before long fore I come back to blast
All of the negative energy Nas
You ain't gon succeed you got nothin
But where is the punchline when nothing is something
And something is nothing when you grew up too fast
Rents split 20 to 10, legalised twelve, drew to the pen
Lyricism shocking according to Flynn, institutionalised by the system
Climbing the ranks of a social pyramid
Not quite a ladder cos the base is bloated
Filled with subconscious souls that want to be something
Ain't gon be me, shooting for diamonds
But while I ain't rock hunting
Ima shoot for the stars end up on mars
Seems I'm flying around space grasping my neck with the amount of air I'm lacking to intake, stop
Truth is I need a quick break from all the hate
Fakes, snakes and flakes but a kit kat ain't gon bake the cake
Rare occasion that you'd find
Song only focused on rhyme
I'm certain that this is the last of its kind, cos im the not one for wasting time
But if you will let me chime, Ill prove that I'm not in my prime
Entering a colder clime but the heats just arriving I give you summertime
Dinner time, sprinkle thyme, feast on all the weaker flows
If I had a dime for every rhyme, id be in some better clothes
Just pulling your toes, I aint one to pose
Picture shows what you chose, so don't over expose
911 this artists committing a crime
This arson knows the key to the record, oh my
I'm burning the house down, watch it all fry
This is my showtime, its all by design
The words and the actions, in time will align
Like vines from the grass are influence will climb
Start from the baseline, from pennies and dimes
To work on the purpose we joined, to shine
Bring light to the people, light to the blind
Shine in their faces and cure their misguided
Efforts to give purpose to their life time
Inspire those listening, to work hard and to strive
To refine their goal line, to define their own life
To hop on the airline that takes them sky high
To destine their own line, that defines their guidelines
To be the sunshine, others need in their lives
What's the punch line, to all of these rhymes
Why am I running laps around the song, why
Just had to prove, my flow has a style
And that i refuse to be put on the side
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Zare
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