Album Mode (feat. Logpog, Shaun VI & Glexander)

When do you think an artist hits rock bottom? T.B.D.; to be decided: Who's the next rapper I'm leaving silent? You don't stack up, you just be typin' (Okay!) I know all y'all tryna steal my likeness, yeah! (Yeah) I'm a constant kamikaze Droppin' knowledge bombs, ha! Like you Joe, you just be sloppy I ain't talkin' moms- I'm risin' out of the lake Like I was the Loch Ness Monster (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) All of these rappers are spittin' against me They always just do it so awkward When you see them all up in the street You know that they got the bad posture Bendin' 'em right over when they be seein' me (Yeah!) Comin' 'cause I be a- (Hold up) Yo The Word is my weapon, I'm ready for enemy battle Seein' several snakes in the grass again (Okay) If they're really drowin' 'cause all their remedies shallow When the rain is comin' down with so many praisin' the Baphomet I'll be there forever for Father, fightin' these demons (Pew-pew, pew-pew, pew!) 'Cause He's a livin' example and also a light in the deep end (Holy Fire) Destined to fall, but I stepped up by God's grace Truth is, I'm human and lesser than Yahweh (Hey, yeah, ayy!) But I'm back in the game, and I rap with the Flame And a lack of refrain to say truth (Woo!) So many artists been actin' insane (Word!) 'Cause they laugh in the face of Jesús (Yeah) MAC-11 burst to evil spirits Here to rap poetic verse to heal a heathen Stay on route (Route), don't need a change in directions Optometrist vision, reframin' perspectives You need some glasses You cannot see all the skill, yeah, I've had it Back of the class, I've been writin', been at it I've been addicted to it like an addict, fire- my rapping (Yeah, ayy) Fire the guns if you want, I'm not gonna run (Brrt-brrt!) But, you a' gonna run I got the RPG right on my side and we ready to fire So maybe you gonna run (Woah, ayy!) I've been on top by myself You cannot put my feelings on the shelf I got the bars like a cell, cold delivery like mail They've been waiting till I fail (Fail) But I'm not, you can't stop me, I know that you salty I've been waiting for dinner to eat my competition like, probably (Pro-pro-probably, ayy) Hold up when I'm on it, ayy (Ayy) Better be ready, 'cause everybody dry like concrete I don't got time for none of this, right Y'all think that you're runnin' this game, but you're not Thought you were slick, but in the act, you've been caught Doin' anything you can to give the loser one shot You think that you're some kind of mastermind When it's obvious that ain't the truth (Truth) Instead of planning my downfall How 'bout you hop inside of the booth? (Booth) I've been on my grind, ain't never asked "Please?" You struggle to rhyme, I defeat you with ease Silence your music, man, use a suppressor Command you to run, and then you go- ("Yes, sir!") A-a-a-all the way back to the funeral home Wonderin' if you'll spend your future alone It's time to drop that slightly humorous tone Like Kanye, I'm tearin' down all your small domes (All your small domes) Yeah!