Hyperspeed
Men have emptied entire clips at them and hit nothing but air
Yet their strength and their speed are still based in a world that is built on rules
Because of that
They will never be as strong or as fast as you can be
What are you trying to tell me
That I can dodge bullets
No, Neo
I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready
You won't have to
Yeah
When she told me that she loved me I didn't know how to feel it
Now I'm walking on the edge looking back and I can't believe it
I'm a cold-blooded spitter. They never gone see me bleeding
My twin flame died I'm dripping like I'm anemic
She can feel the pressure cause I'm handsome and I really rap
You really can't compare me, lyrically there's a large gap
Like his tire flat, passed him up and he in the dust
Pull up in a Tessie like Elon Musk
Yo, he can't even hear me. I'm spitting shit at a hyper speed
Bitch, I'm going major. He never gonna make the minor league
Living life fast. Got my eyes on the finer things
Got my bars up. Moving right up the hierarchy
Man, showtime out the curtains
Playmaker, star on my head like Michael Irvin
Making big moves. My suplex is German
Hit like Kurt Hennig. Bitch, I think I'm perfect
Shorty know I'm lit, like Prince in 86
Tatted up, Ric Flair. Pull up and take his bitch
Rare breed hybrid. Spitting without assist
She can tell by my vibe. I rock her out like KISS
Your clothes are different. The plugs in your arms and head are gone
Your hair has changed
Your appearance now is what we call residual self-image
It is the mental projection of your digital self
I'm the illest out. Prototype one of one
Bitches wanna suck it, I'm Famouser than Billy Gunn
Finna hit the league in less than a year. One and done
On the Road Dogg, I'm Famouser than Billy Gunn
Met a hippie bitch. Her head game was groovy
Started with a spark. I lit her up like A doobie
Knew me back then. Didn't get to fuck the new me
She a super freak. Licked down my tattoo sleeves
Yo, my competition delete
I'm raising the mystique. She's looking in my physique
When I whip it out the holster I'm busting like Pistol Pete
Never fucking stop til my mission complete, yo
Yet their strength and their speed are still based in a world that is built on rules
Because of that
They will never be as strong or as fast as you can be
What are you trying to tell me
That I can dodge bullets
No, Neo
I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready
You won't have to
Yeah
When she told me that she loved me I didn't know how to feel it
Now I'm walking on the edge looking back and I can't believe it
I'm a cold-blooded spitter. They never gone see me bleeding
My twin flame died I'm dripping like I'm anemic
She can feel the pressure cause I'm handsome and I really rap
You really can't compare me, lyrically there's a large gap
Like his tire flat, passed him up and he in the dust
Pull up in a Tessie like Elon Musk
Yo, he can't even hear me. I'm spitting shit at a hyper speed
Bitch, I'm going major. He never gonna make the minor league
Living life fast. Got my eyes on the finer things
Got my bars up. Moving right up the hierarchy
Man, showtime out the curtains
Playmaker, star on my head like Michael Irvin
Making big moves. My suplex is German
Hit like Kurt Hennig. Bitch, I think I'm perfect
Shorty know I'm lit, like Prince in 86
Tatted up, Ric Flair. Pull up and take his bitch
Rare breed hybrid. Spitting without assist
She can tell by my vibe. I rock her out like KISS
Your clothes are different. The plugs in your arms and head are gone
Your hair has changed
Your appearance now is what we call residual self-image
It is the mental projection of your digital self
I'm the illest out. Prototype one of one
Bitches wanna suck it, I'm Famouser than Billy Gunn
Finna hit the league in less than a year. One and done
On the Road Dogg, I'm Famouser than Billy Gunn
Met a hippie bitch. Her head game was groovy
Started with a spark. I lit her up like A doobie
Knew me back then. Didn't get to fuck the new me
She a super freak. Licked down my tattoo sleeves
Yo, my competition delete
I'm raising the mystique. She's looking in my physique
When I whip it out the holster I'm busting like Pistol Pete
Never fucking stop til my mission complete, yo
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Writer(s): Joseph Luna-bell
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