It’s the sound that makes you get down/
Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/
These are the words that you never heard/
Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/
Put your hands up when I’m in the club/
Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?
Try as you might when you’re in the light/
But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me
Send the best to the bench ‘cause I’m back in the game/
Just to clean up the scene, yeah, I’ve had to refrain/
Yo, it’s Amity man, no Calamity Jane/
You take the hard road but I live on Tragedy Lane/
You better be hot when you step on the block/
I’m peaking and seeking you out, whether you’re ready or not/
With a pedestal you couldn’t get to the level I’m on/
But I promise you’ll get it through your head by the end of the song/
Bro, you know that I’m constantly in a tight form/
So much so I’m garroting you with the mic cord/
If you think you’ve got a drive that’ll rival mine/
I hope you know you’re shopping for compliments in a bike store/
I fight fire with fire like a diss track/
When they give the middle finger, I blow a kiss back/
I don’t give a shit, I just take the piss/
Pack a punch in your lunchbox, whatcha think of this snack?
It’s the sound that makes you get down/
Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/
These are the words that you never heard/
Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/
Put your hands up when I’m in the club/
Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?
Try as you might when you’re in the light/
But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me
Ink is acid that stings when I print a passage/
‘Cause writing in cursive got me in shit by these pissy rappers/
Now all of the gimmicks are hidden and written backwards/
Subliminal in a track ‘cause I spit in a different language/
Pinnacle is my status so like it or don’t comment/
And when everyone shares it, you can hide it but won’t stop it/
Full throttle me, what good’s a fire with no oxygen?/
On top again, I’m differently wired like robotics/
You’ve heard of me, I murder beats, burn them with the third degree/
Words are like a furnace, heat a verse until it bursts, I mean/
I’m hot and I’m certainly the worst, an introvert who/
Inadvertently reverts to beef, I herd them up, they turn to sheep/
Every letter has a pencil as a weapon/
That can sever the extremities off any of my enemies/
Check your level, I’m deafening from the mezzanine/
You’ll never get ahead of me, I’m better than you’ll ever be
It’s the sound that makes you get down/
Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/
These are the words that you never heard/
Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/
Put your hands up when I’m in the club/
Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?
Try as you might when you’re in the light/
But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me
I’m a trendsetter like Led Zeppelin and Def Leppard/
With a vendetta against anyone asking me why like my end letter/
But wait, it gets better/
You can love or hate me but fuck a fence-sitter
I’m back to settle the score like I’m Hans Zimmer/
I’ve got the look like Ben Stiller, ballpoint pen killer/
Everybody’s dropping shit that’s fifty percent filler/
I’m just trying to pay my respects and resurrect Dilla/
Deliver a blow with every punchline, get your hands high/
‘Cause when I make a banger, I land mine/
Blowing your damn mind, ten to one is a fair fight/
Yeah, right, you jokers choke ‘cause the snare’s tight/
I have a bad habit like asthmatic crack addicts/
I’m slapping whack rappers back to reality/
Matter fact, I’ve got the grid locked like bad traffic/
This is hip hop and your shit’s pop so let me have at ‘em
It’s the sound that makes you get down/
Pick your jaw off the floor when you play my beats/
These are the words that you never heard/
Now you’re stopping to watch when I say my piece/
Put your hands up when I’m in the club/
Man, is that a stage name or a fake ID?
Try as you might when you’re in the light/
But you won’t make it, mate, ‘cause you ain’t like me
