Over 9000

Such power, it's over 9000
What? What?
I been Rocky
What did he say?
Power levels over 9000

Ayy, Truth be, Truth be told it's not a whole lot of truth told
I mean who knows what's really true in what we listen
You getting money and fucking bitches
But you be looking bummy and I ain't ever seen you with no bitches It's hella suspicious
I'm shooting for the stars
I'm killing my every wish, it's my mission
And I'm not leaving no witnesses
Nah, I move in silence
I grew from out of the violence, but I can still get violent
I don't get paid for the mileage, but it's a trip how they pay me
I've been missing my mama like crazy lately
She had the soul of a gypsy, no wonder she left her baby
Don't ask me how I'm doing if the sun is still shining
Only pressure makes diamonds and I've decided to apply it
I wake up and be high by noon, I'm on my John Wayne
Two guns like Max Payne, they shoot the same like crap games
I'm hard as crack, cocaine, ReRock the rap game
Bars like the detox tank, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Which can only mean one thing, all my partners robbing
Big red B's like I play for Boston straight outta Arkham
They biting styles, well, I'm so Kal El
I disguise well, I'm really a Martian

Such power, it's over 9000
What? What? What did he say?
What did he say?
It's over 9000

If you really listen to these rappers, it's obvious that they lying
They be faking and Tory hairline, better stay in they lane
I put this bag over they head like they boarding an airline
I know that they wouldn't dare try him Michael with the airtime
She in the mood, we be filming it, when I'm in the mood, I be killing it
She like to cosplay, I'm Cosby, I'll fuck around and put a pill in it
I'm back again, giving them tracks to spin
I know they mad impatient, easily aggravated
Fuck around and get me activated
Yeah, I graduated, but I ain't doing no capping
I throw my hat off like I'm Raiden and leave them decapitated
Lately, my patience has been paper thin
I'm working hard for these two quarters that barely support us
I doubt that I get rich, but Ima die trying
Like many men,
Curtis see the angle of elements bend
I'm on my Aang shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with the bag, you won't believe what comes next
From County Roads to a room in the West
Texas to LAX and I assume you know the rest

Such power, it's over 9000
What? What? What did he say?
What did he say?
It's over 9000

Gun wounds, have them asking for a doctor
Combinations of numbers, like I'm opening up lockers
I knew that she would leave, I ain't even try to stop her
She never sit straight with me and I could see it in her posture
Fake drugs and your money the same
I've been jaded, I'm not looking for change

See I don't play it, all these artists the same
There's a 30 in this clip, shit I don't gotta aim
I'll be honest but that isn't what sells
I know these rappers all fraud, on God I can tell
I'll put an 8 into rotation and have it burning like Dale
You claim to be a demon well I'll see you in hell