By The Skin Of His Teeth

It's no surprise that I go for mine
Clever thinker, and I'm not the type that would toe the line
I just want my guala to multiply
And I won't sit and wait for the planets to align, like a broken spine
So I work overtime, my niggas know the shine
I'm only letting these rappers breathe like I'm Soda Lime
My shit is so divine, goated with no decline
Fuck with the brand and you see these niggas got no design
I'm going insane, shit that come from my brain is produced in vivid form
My lyrics mine, and your lyrics is more exquisite corpse
I walk the plains with a rigid sword and a vision warped
And treat the game like a vision board with the stickers gone

I solidified my spot with gorillas, non-binary and still harder than all of you niggas
Say my name and everybody know you spotted the illest
You beating your chest, but I be on the block with gorillas
The flock is prodigious, squad full of Van Goghs, you Mark Landis
Come at me, I hope you're ready for a hard landing, I'm outstanding
If I'm on the track, I'm going off in verse, call it an arc tangent
Bars manic, I'm here going barbaric
It's outlandish, like all your shitty bars landing
The crowd standing, the building full of loud chanting
And all my doubters standing in the back like "how manage?"
They sound sad-ish, but they're really all fans
Aw man, cause they know I'm sick as the Saw man
Swear these niggas ain't got no brain like the straw man
Must be why they think that they can fuck with the boy plan
They know that I see the green, told my mom I'm goated and she agreed
I'm always looking up, so ain't no way I can see defeat
Like a seasoned actor, how I'm chewing the scenery
That means that my performances are always a treat to see, I'm gone