Destined for Greatness

Cheah it's Q, The Finest, on a J. Rambo production And this is Destined for Greatness, n***a I'm the wool fabric that caused static And since Illmatic living acrobatic simplys been a habit Now a habitant of places that's adequate No time for that faddish s**t I'm tryna make that everlasting s**t A lyrical assassin accused of track harassing Pedal mashin' my passion is just to cash in Living in a box I had to learn to think up out it Musically I sprouted but still many people doubted My talents and abilities writing capabilities My mental agility ignites my actions physically Executive decisions have me moving with precision My pen makes incisions on the pads that I envision I guess I'm operating just waiting on the ratings If it's Hell on Earth then we're all sons of Satan But Heaven's still adjacent so that's what I'm chasing To accomplish my mission I can never be complacent Enemies envy me cause I'm a force of energy hip-hops remedy Resurrector of this here genre Comma, I'm not one for drama Nor do I plant seeds like a farmer to become a beat that's dead These rhymes are fed through an IV of spoken words And out of your reach like a flock of ascending birds Appetizing like hors d'oeuvres Emphasizingly I emerge as the nicest MC that's ever been produced by the 'burbs Your enthusiasm I curb like Larry David so crave it Your lives should be brought to the altar just so you can save it Get christened, listen That's word to my nephew Tristan I'll lose my religion to make you a memory that's distant My mind's runnin' like pistons and I don't mean in Michigan I'm talking bout the ones that sit on michelins and firestones Nah I ain't home I'm somewhere in ya area Knocking down barriers with a shovel used to bury ya Stereotypes of a n***a with a pigment this light is prolly That I'm outta style and I can't fight but yea right In the dead of night I'll decapitate a head off a bike Confess to the crime then tell you n****s sike, ha It wasn't I, how do you expect to fly with clipped wings from an Excalibur blade The same one that's tapin' your fade to insert you inside of a grave of sand I've been destined for greatness since Mom's first sonogram uh Shot down in the streets A drug dealer on the block A government slave trapped A stock broker counting knots A gangsta totin' a glock with cops arresting me Dear Lord, what's my destiny Unsigned tryna get a deal An artist tryna sell a mil Locked up for tryna keep s**t real Tryna cook up good music but can't find the recipe Dear Lord, what's my destiny Uh tell me how can you hate this, huh When I'm destined for greatness n***a But I'm not done I'm the main attraction main event I figured I would stay and vent The booth is now my campground give me a sec to make a tent God I repent for questioning your intent I asked you my destiny but really what I meant to do was praise you amaze you Not to verbally haze you I can't act like the wrong I do doesn't phase you Cause it does and all you ever gave me was your love And no matter what you're always there helping from above So no longer will I ask you what's my destiny I'll let this be a lesson for me I thank you so much for blessing me So in this song's closing statement I give an honor to you for being destined for greatness