By The Skin Of His Teeth

It's no surprise that I go for mine Clever thinker, and I'm not the type that would toe the line I just want my guala to multiply And I won't sit and wait for the planets to align, like a broken spine So I work overtime, my niggas know the shine I'm only letting these rappers breathe like I'm Soda Lime My shit is so divine, goated with no decline F*ck with the brand and you see these niggas got no design I'm going insane, shit that come from my brain is produced in vivid form My lyrics mine, and your lyrics is more exquisite corpse I walk the plains with a rigid sword and a vision warped And treat the game like a vision board with the stickers gone I solidified my spot with gorillas, non-binary and still harder than all of you niggas Say my name and everybody know you spotted the illest You beating your chest, but I be on the block with gorillas The flock is prodigious, squad full of Van Goghs, you Mark Landis Come at me, I hope you're ready for a hard landing, I'm outstanding If I'm on the track, I'm going off in verse, call it an arc tangent Bars manic, I'm here going barbaric It's outlandish, like all your shitty bars landing The crowd standing, the building full of loud chanting And all my doubters standing in the back like "how manage?" They sound sad-ish, but they're really all fans Aw man, cause they know I'm sick as the Saw man Swear these niggas ain't got no brain like the straw man Must be why they think that they can f*ck with the boy plan They know that I see the green, told my mom I'm goated and she agreed I'm always looking up, so ain't no way I can see defeat Like a seasoned actor, how I'm chewing the scenery That means that my performances are always a treat to see, I'm gone