Levels

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz
Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

Uh, sitting on this mountain top
So high man, I don't even know how to drop
Issa vibe when I get the crowd to bop
But they don't wanna see your face so get out the shot
Man, I doubt you've got
What it takes to match me
See the microphone is my home, we're basically family
And uh, this is my life, there ain't no plan B
There's music in my veins and that ain't no cap see I'm...
That guy, bussing a fat rhyme
When I step up to the mic you know that it's that time
And I move so eloquently, ain't no one better than me
If you can hear me then I'm fucking up your celibacy
Cos I deliver it oh so smooth
I'm runnin' shit baby, yeah you better know those tunes
See I just wanna hit the stage, hear my name when they're calling out
And if you don't believe, lemme show you what I'm talking bout

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz
Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

What we tellin' 'em, ey, said what we tellin' 'em?
Saying they're sick; but I struggle to find the evidence
Dux, the kid man. You're saying you could better him?
Come back to reality, you been sniffing too much ketamine
Comparing our lyricism is irrelevant
Product of hard graft and craft when I'm pennin' 'em
A lazy writer, man that's something that I've never been
Cos I could spar and out-bar half these veterans
You know that its truth, I blow em to bits
I've been decapitating riddims, I'm as cold as it gets
Got the hunger of a younger and the flow of a king
You'd suck a dick, for the lyrics that I throw in the bin
Like what the?
Good riddance. Flush twice
Take no prisoners and kill 'em with such vice
Stick 'em in a freezer or a chiller with crushed ice
Might slide, if you smile pretty and ask nice
Uh. It's ten touching to the ground
You think that you're the king? Then Im coming for ya crown
They fucking wit' ya bling but they fucking with my sound
So I'm loading up the ting, then I cock it back (Pow)
Try father me? Shit, that don't bother me none
I produce straight heat, yo I've already won
You'll get burned if you don't leave me alone on my ones
That's what you get, if you gon' fly too close to ya sun
Like what the?

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz
Go on, sit. Listen for a bit
Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz
Too much drip. Take a little sip
You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz