Part I - Produced by Anno Domini
Verse:
Practicing hours and hours for the lesson in Heaven
It all comes down to 8 hours, hope it’s impressing the brethren
Setting the level, I need to write with deadly precision
If I ever think I’m gonna have a separate session
Prerequisite met and I need to have serenity present
Clear mind so I can truly represent where my head is
Will I ever be the man? Will I cement my remembrance?
My legacy learnt from? I’ll embark on a quest for these questions
Won’t settle for less, I’m much better than the average person
Madman with verses, nobody wants to battle the wordsmith
Going toe to toe with me, man, is that even worth it?
You’re telling me to foot the bill, I’m snatching your purses
Back and dispersing the rhythms with tenacity certain
When rapping your words I’m hiding behind the back of your curtains
Cracking a smirk with a list of perfect adjectives, verbs and
I’m planning a murder, you rappers going back on the burner
This is light work, when I burst, I scribble it down and write first
These vipers will strike yours whenever they see your mic work
Take my verses aligned perfect, time will show a slight curve
In cyphers, when night turns, I’m leaving with blood on my white shirt
Who you know this young who can deform and destroy?
Ill with a pen ever since I was born as a boy
Airborne, I’m writing this while on a course to Detroit
But while these lyrics are written I’m sitting sort of annoyed
Cause sometimes an hour’s all the time that I need
But other times an hour doesn’t even water the seed
It all depends on if I’m watering a bush or a weed
Or if I’m searching for the strength to put the work in a tree
Substance abuse, I’m not talking drugs, but this pen’s ink
When things get hard I scribble on the page so intensely
I’m renting, this mind ain’t mine, it’s the Hell that’s in me
When I’m singing, keep in mind that I am just the Devil thinking
So all the hating, I ain’t just gonna settle with
Another masterpiece and I’m breaking all their heads with it
I spent a lot of dough in this game like James Cameron did
Investing in myself ‘til they’re paying me for my penmanship
My brain is a maze, basically a labyrinth
The way I navigate is through pages of the rapping and
Regardless of the day that you all are hearing
Today’s January 30, I’m lacing it on my twentieth
Part II - Produced by Wyshmaster
Verse:
Hop off the block onto this beat, pop off a lot, did you miss me?
I’m gonna rock ‘til I’m history, profiting zip cheese, if you think
That I’m gonna stop then you’re not even listening
Write for my comrades and not the industry
I’d show you bops but the plot is so lengthy
Thought I was lost ‘til I got in a ten speed
Not talking cars, man, it’s high and it’s windy
Y’all on the ground
Me, I prefer to be stepping on clouds
Look out the window, I’m cracking a smile
Tell me, how could they be reaching me now?
They’re cracking a frown, I’m climbing the pile
Pen is my hiking stick, I’m on a mount
Defying the odds, I know I’m gonna mount
To everything I had worked out as a child
I’m just that guy man, I am not in my prime yet until I’m making diamonds
I ain’t lying when I say the chances of that happening someday to me though is higher than
The plane that I am in, as I scribe and I’m writing my goals down with my rhyme pen
Used to write ‘em in pencil because I was doubting my skills but now I know that I’ll win
Bro, I dropped my first album at sixteen and the kid I was back then had big dreams
Even if I had sub-par delivery, I’m still learning to chop up lyric sheets
My second effort was a big leap, now I’m twenty, see what I’ve got in me
Jumping level to level’s a thin breeze, I’m not stopping ‘til I’m on a Swizz beat
So you do not want a problem, I am going toe to toe with all of them
Though I’m nice on the mic, I am not your friend, I deliver these pieces like brother’nem
Sammy lost another job again, the next day I converted my bars to film
The next week I recorded my document then I dropped a song with Jehry Robinson
Now I’ve flown to Michigan, snow out the window and blowing the wind on them
Snake on the track, I am flowing so intricate, weaving my words in and boa constricting it
Most never see what the world is beholding, far from Australia, socially distancing
Going so dizzy and no, I’m not drinking cause here twenty-one’s what the alcohol limit is
Feels so unreal, you’d know if you visited, sum’n from a movie like rolling the cameras and
Since this is close to the coldest the Winter gets, I’m making flames just to thaw out the instruments
I’m boutta finish, I’ll go to four minutes, that’s two for the first and two for the second, this
Birthday could not go no better, I’m serious, rap in Detroit, that’s the goals of a lyricist
Tick off my bucket list…
Outro:
How old you gotta be to drink in Australia? Uh, eighteen
What the fuck! Hahaha, yea, we’ve been drinking for two years and we get here and it’s restricted, haha
Just go south of 8 Mile, they’ll serve you…
