[Intro: Kanye West]
This is the fuck we make
We make good music
We make good music (What?!)
We don't give a fuck about how much God damn money you make
We make good music (Woo!!)
Stay with me for a second I could never come in early
Never late neither, she knows I arrive when intended like I'm Tolkien
Gold ring for the bell, time will tell
When Adele rolls in the deep with the king of adult film
Let me ask, may I beg your pardon?
How I've graduated from a novice to adopt this mentality
Telling me that I'm ahead of your time, signature under co-sign
22 but I've passed my midlife crisis, beheaded hydras, Herculed vices
Think I'ma younger? My youth was missed
Creases and wrinkles in the paper's ink
Corrosive acidic flows but I don't trip
Dissolving lil-whoever, I pray you don't snitch
Midas, no gold wrist. Granted the second sight
Visions of wrong turns, left with the thought I'm right
On second thought I don't see none of you
Side blinders, stallion or whores
But that's par for the course
I lock the red light district with the key in the door
And your daughter is all I need to cross tees with a driver
Dot on both eyes for the fee of a fiver
Like an eagle I see your weakness
I spread wings and stay grounded, magnificence frees us
And my gryphonous nature describes
Why I eat what your lioness tends to provide. Share with the guys
I caught a glimpse of your eyes
When your dropped off that hourglass of a wife
Tick away life. I could stick a knife in the confined space
Stop the clock for the nice thought of owning the right
I'm not rolling the dice, I'm not cold with the ice
I'm not over the night
When I froze in the fight with the cold shoulder
Where I couldn't stick to flows for enough olders
To hold their fire when they swung with the left loafer
I save time, aim at I with the revolver
My death be another hurdle just to jump over
I leap in the air, is that the sun I'm so close to?
I catch fire, fall down like it's all kosher
Like an alcoholic father on the soft sofa
Who's burnt out with a bottle of the Budweiser
Stop, drop, roll, grab the extinguisher
I'm hella faded off the ashes off the blood, sweat, dirt
My spirit burns with the fuel of the real shit first
They're serving time cause they were armed, they've enlisted worse
I heal my scars on my own, don't need a district nurse
I pull the plugs of the life support with this here verse
Welcome to the coronation of the king Burcerke
And a true king wouldn't kneel down to his own pain
Low faith, couldn't pass as a no name
No race without me I'm the pacemaker
I could kill a crowd with my mouth taped shut
You could murder every syllable inside your dub
And I could touch it disintegrated it into dust
Play these bars when I'm older
Celebrate my curse when I've been dissed by the kid kiss of adversity
When you cunts send a hunt for Burcerke
Kitty, when you pussies have earned a reply
To the hypothetical threat to my life
Will he really shoot when he sees me alive?
Pity that he thought that my soul would demise
We'll see how the world takes a shift when I die
Kill me before I've got it out on the mic
Raising the bar, these freestyles I benchpress
Take it too far, you new fucks miss the legs
My seminar will induct who's up next
Rave in the dark, I'm on pills, powder, where's my speaker parked?
Take on journeys to the west
Land of the Mars, where the notes and rhymes met
Tape record our travels round in Corvettes
I'm fucking hard. Manifesting who's best. State of the Art
[Outro]
Fuck man
Pen a freestyle like that then get back to me
