Not Just the Aesthetic (No-Fi)
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, yeah you know I
Bust in your face like a chill in the eye
No-Fi, boy I flow fly
On any beat I hear, but I love boombap vibes
So I, enter the chamber
Like a bullet to the brain, I enter your space bruh
Take the sword through the back to protect you
So if I die, bring my legacy to fruition
Say my name three times and then I appear
Kinda like a ghostly figure but my intentions are clear
I have no types of fear I'm destined to be here
And if you try and kill my vibe, I will not disappear
No-Fi King Speed that is I
I'm more than John's Bastard, so I'ma still go and try
To murder each and every beat that I see
And my team is All Elite, like five stars in this piece 'cause
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
Like a mix between Kaepernick and Patrick Mahomes
When I get in my zones, you can't surpass me, yo
Don't gas me though. My flows are nasty
Keep it clean, but I'll get trashy to go and thrash your whole damn team
This isn't just about who got the hottest bars
If it was, on the real, that'd be my team by far
It's also about what you do with your lyrics
Do you move the crowd to act or just stand around looking stupid
Me, I try to give people major keys
To show that we're the best like DJ Khaled tags, see
Classical lyricism like one of the greats
My caviar dreams need the whole damn plate
When I get in your face, I'm taking everything
From the floor to the ceiling and everything in between
You know my name, it's SOTB back up in the spot
And if you can't stop me, man get off my cock
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, yeah you know I
Bust in your face like a chill in the eye
No-Fi, boy I flow fly
On any beat I hear, but I love boombap vibes
So I, enter the chamber
Like a bullet to the brain, I enter your space bruh
Take the sword through the back to protect you
So if I die, bring my legacy to fruition
Say my name three times and then I appear
Kinda like a ghostly figure but my intentions are clear
I have no types of fear I'm destined to be here
And if you try and kill my vibe, I will not disappear
No-Fi King Speed that is I
I'm more than John's Bastard, so I'ma still go and try
To murder each and every beat that I see
And my team is All Elite, like five stars in this piece 'cause
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
No-Fi, not just the aesthetic
When I get on your mic, I wreck it
Press the generous geniuses you put in front of me
Until they taste defeat ain't a damn thing sweet
Like a mix between Kaepernick and Patrick Mahomes
When I get in my zones, you can't surpass me, yo
Don't gas me though. My flows are nasty
Keep it clean, but I'll get trashy to go and thrash your whole damn team
This isn't just about who got the hottest bars
If it was, on the real, that'd be my team by far
It's also about what you do with your lyrics
Do you move the crowd to act or just stand around looking stupid
Me, I try to give people major keys
To show that we're the best like DJ Khaled tags, see
Classical lyricism like one of the greats
My caviar dreams need the whole damn plate
When I get in your face, I'm taking everything
From the floor to the ceiling and everything in between
You know my name, it's SOTB back up in the spot
And if you can't stop me, man get off my cock
Credits
Writer(s): J.e. Speed
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Other Album Tracks
- Back at It (The Reign of the No-Fi King)
- Not Just the Aesthetic (No-Fi)
- Don't Call it a Comeback 2
- Catchemall
- New Era
- Refresh
- Chrono Trigger
- No Hooks Needed
- SPEED
- Caviar Dreams 2
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