Verse 1:
I am so fantastic with the spitting
So sick I could die, get buried, and have the casket risen
Come back to this living with another smash for your children
Constant papercuts from all these spazmic raps that I've written
C-4 plastic wrapped with a ribbon
Blow your eardrums off everytime I spazz when I'm spitting
I'm asthmatic, still I keep harrasing the rhythm
Until I pass out, and straight crash in the middle
I try not to be concerned with all the fashion and bitches
Unlike some other tracks these cats presenting
It's a fact and I can't forgive them. Pack vengeance
Cuz they make it so easy for me to act like Jack The Ripper
Admiral Ackbar "It's a trap"! But I ain't trippin'
I see the difference between an actor and a rapper so act your position
I'm laughing at you midgets, wack scriptures and lack of rhythm
Compared to the classics that I'm flippin', I blast like the religious
Chorus:
Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket
I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock shit
Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist
I don't fuck with pop hits
That hot shit? I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
Verse 2:
I don't know what's up cuz I've been feeling down lately
Consumed in my own thoughts. I wouldn't notice if the ground shaking
If I make a milli. Ram will get some pound payments
Cuz he always backed me up, though I ain't got around to thank him
Fuck all that for now. I'm all over town making
Moves on my own in the zone with my sound checking
I'm all for paper chasing. But I hate racing
As much as I hate waiting and that's why I never made it
See I don't feel like shaking, hands with all these fakers
In order to make it. Just pass me a pay check
Not to make it rain, I put my cash in my savings
Incase of a rainy day. Bail my ass out of obligations
A fly crib and a packet fridge, ain't it
That it's supposed to be about. Fuck a fashion flagrance
Fuck a bottle of champagne. Fuck being famous
I put a hundred K in a school in Africa before any fat chain. Damn it
Chorus:
Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket
I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock shit
Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist
I don't fuck with pop hits
That hot shit? I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
Verse 3:
When the world end and all comes crashing down
I'll be first in line to flow over the seven trumpet sound
No agony when the scorpios stings. Nothing can tackle me
See that's the state of mind that I bring to any classic beat
You could put me anywhere on the Atlas
Rap surrounds me like an open casket
And yeah I know I got a corny accent
But that ain't just in English, that's in all the languages
That I comperhend. That's my problem, I understand that
I gotta work harder than many men
That's how it's always been. Now look beyond that
And realize I won't get nothing for free like them
So be it. That don't mean shit. Tell a hater
Those misdemeniours won't keep me from elevating
Mind levitation. I find grind inspiration
In 90's rhymes of greatness on my Spotify playlist as I
Chorus 2x:
Lock shit, pop shit, rock it like a rocket
I start a mosh pit, like I'm on some rock shit
Observe my optics. Turn my topics. Burn the toplist
I don't fuck with pop hits
That hot shit? I got it, no lying
Feel it in the vibe there's no denying that I am
On fire, like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
I'm on fire like Richard Pryor high with a lighter
