High Horse

I’m on my high horse, I dare you try to knock me off/ Hear niggas lying through their teeth like dental floss/ They all soft and it’s no way you can copy art/ We worlds apart when it comes to ripping words a part/ Shot in the dark but I still get a bullseye/ I show you all that fly shit like tour guide/ I earn mine and treat rappers like stir fry/ Been had it on lock, my old bars is served time/ Observe lines, they think they high when they comes to rapping/ Let birds fly, I could always use the target practice/ Savage, with every single word in the tablet/ My habits wont let me be nothing less than outstanding/ I’m saying, you look the part but you really aint playing/ You saying you on the building but you really aint staying/ The favorite, I preach the gospel my grace is amazing/ I’m ILL saying my name is more than a statement/ I’m on my high horse, I dare you try to knock me off/ And so focused Tom Brady couldn’t throw me off/ Don’t play games but if I did I’ll be the final boss/ I eat good and treat these rappers like the final course/ Splendid, and you don’t want race with what I’m penning/ My writing proper it makes space just like an indention/ Super quick with the draw, these other rappers missing/ I’m John Marston and these bars Red dead Redemption/ Pat attention cause you just might miss it/ Way I relay words, pass the bar, it’s a race in the Olympics/ Flow so fresh it sounds like a new invention Told them say less if my name was never mentioned/ Guess it’s ironic that I don’t want attention/ But I feel I deserve it for these rhymes I be spitting/ So shout out all the blogs that ever gave me a placement/ And saying that I’m ILL, yeah that’s more than a statement/