Rap Game (feat. Introverse)

I'll muffle you motherfuckers, your brother and all your cousins who frontin
No one can touch it just like it's word to Busta
I never lost a battle, want the beef I'll shoot the cattle
Still don't give a fuck I'm focused on getting my pockets fatter

I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
So I write every night so the skills can maintain

Yuh
When I walk in you smell the copper in the splatter
The studio been sprayed with shattered ectoplasm
I'm off center, just slightly
Fuck around, I'ma sight-see
Buckle up better toughen up
Push your luck tryna fight me...
We spend all this time tryna stack up the seeing eye
Tryna be real confident, but they call me conceited
Why
Maybe it's cause I love saying my name like Archangel
I try to keep it light, but the darkness sparks danger
Picked the pad over some shit to sling with gift of gab
I'm sick of being mad I lost my mind, I'm tryna take it back
At home I couldn't find no love, like I was missing that
Then opened up a notebook with potent but first I hit the drag
I'll muffle you motherfuckers, your brother and all your cousins who frontin'
No one can touch it just like it's word to Busta
I never lost a battle, want the beef I'll shoot the cattle
Still don't give a fuck I'm focused on getting my pockets fatter

I keep it real in this rap game
Bitch
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
So I write every night so the skills can maintain

My lexicon expanded, my brand is too underhanded
My promotional canvassing is landing on other planets
You can ban it or accept it cause rhyming is my directive
If you get aggressive at any message, it's leaving me unmentioned
Only for your protection, department of your corrections
When you're behind my bars, there's only room for confessions
Can't be getting festive when animals are my collective
I ain't the one to test when your war isn't progressing
Best believe I'll ice you out like Mr. Freeze
Kiss the ring where my right cross chip your teeth
Vision speaks, my bars complete the missing link
If on my record you sleep, just give it time to steep
I ride atop the beat like an incredible steed
Vines rising from the ground, color the fentanyl green
Like fingers that wrap around the trellis and squeeze
The way I suffocate you
Take it down to hellish degrees, ah

I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
I keep it real in this rap game
So I write every night so the skills can maintain