Comeback
Said I'm watchin' roads
I don't wanna do no tic tac toe
All the games are for kids and they can't cook with heat
So I gotta let that go
They been watchin' a while
So I had to come back with the molten style
When I hold this mic it'll melt
Said, when I hold this mic it'll melt
Much like lava
To feel like the man, no I don't need lager
I don't need Louiss V or no Prada
I got more hooks than a packed out charter
Inspect the data, there is simply no room to barter
With a pen and page, I'll go bananas
Watch the respect my new music garners
I can't stop there, I must work the hardest
Just like when Jordan took shit to heart it's
Not in my blood to live life a target
I own my shit, it's not swept under carpet
So when I write, it's intensely crafted
I don't do fillers, each line is carved it
Mirrors my work rate right from the start it's
Clear me to now, I've become stronger
The old me is my dearly departed
I give it alot, why
'Cos I'm sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin' I got
No time given to stop
I'm driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And I'm so tired of missin' my shot
Time keeps slippin'
I keep rippin'
Up these pages I exhibit
'Cos perfect is my design limit
I won't idle by and identify with it
If it ain't anything aligned with my vision
I'm the kind of guy to define and critic
My own work, I only wanna rhyme acidic
It's my mind against me, a sadistic pitting
They say calm down, but that ain't fitting
I need more work, so I'll keep spitting
Up until the saliva inside me dries up
And my lips are so cracked my mouth stops grinning
I got one speed, and that's intensity
My shit's too heavy to be delivered gently
Lord of this rap land, give your rent to me
My flow's uncharted, I'm where no-one's venturing
I got a map for ya
I'll come back for ya
I lied, I won't look back when I drive
This stake in the game one time
That's all I need, the rest won't survive
It's rap genocide, switch back when I like
Ridgeback with a mic, pitch black set of mind
I'll still conquer all that's in sight
I give it alot why
'Cos I'm sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin' I got
No time given to stop
I'm driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And I'm so tired of missin' my shot
Cannot be the same again
I don't wanna do no tic tac toe
All the games are for kids and they can't cook with heat
So I gotta let that go
They been watchin' a while
So I had to come back with the molten style
When I hold this mic it'll melt
Said, when I hold this mic it'll melt
Much like lava
To feel like the man, no I don't need lager
I don't need Louiss V or no Prada
I got more hooks than a packed out charter
Inspect the data, there is simply no room to barter
With a pen and page, I'll go bananas
Watch the respect my new music garners
I can't stop there, I must work the hardest
Just like when Jordan took shit to heart it's
Not in my blood to live life a target
I own my shit, it's not swept under carpet
So when I write, it's intensely crafted
I don't do fillers, each line is carved it
Mirrors my work rate right from the start it's
Clear me to now, I've become stronger
The old me is my dearly departed
I give it alot, why
'Cos I'm sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin' I got
No time given to stop
I'm driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And I'm so tired of missin' my shot
Time keeps slippin'
I keep rippin'
Up these pages I exhibit
'Cos perfect is my design limit
I won't idle by and identify with it
If it ain't anything aligned with my vision
I'm the kind of guy to define and critic
My own work, I only wanna rhyme acidic
It's my mind against me, a sadistic pitting
They say calm down, but that ain't fitting
I need more work, so I'll keep spitting
Up until the saliva inside me dries up
And my lips are so cracked my mouth stops grinning
I got one speed, and that's intensity
My shit's too heavy to be delivered gently
Lord of this rap land, give your rent to me
My flow's uncharted, I'm where no-one's venturing
I got a map for ya
I'll come back for ya
I lied, I won't look back when I drive
This stake in the game one time
That's all I need, the rest won't survive
It's rap genocide, switch back when I like
Ridgeback with a mic, pitch black set of mind
I'll still conquer all that's in sight
I give it alot why
'Cos I'm sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin' I got
No time given to stop
I'm driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And I'm so tired of missin' my shot
Cannot be the same again
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Alexis
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