Quicksand (Prod. Shaayak) Video (MV)

When I get up on the mic people psych cause they aint never seen my type before
Just the boy next door worth the hype and some rhymes and a little bit of hypersome flow
Took a little time to come by but I'm back on the grind to take my rightful abode
Eyes on the throne, all of you rappers combined couldn't fight me alone
I'm endin' every villain pretendin' to be the star of the show
The way I'm killin' glass ceilings I'm feeling no limits to which I can grow
F*ck do you know, 'bout a spiritual soul
Rap as a ritual zone, rhyme and habitual flow
Posssesed by a zest to be best even though it means bein' alone

These rappers so damn deluded
Think they so damn elusive
Truth is they not so lucid
I think I'm 'bout to lose it
Think that they got that flash
Don't think they know who Zeus is
I see them waving flags
Dont think I know what truce is

I see them breaking bad, I show them where the noose is
Yeah this that breaking flash, I put what new in news is
Might leave you blue with bruises, all for that public nuisance
Most of your words just trash, don't you call that shit music

I, I kill it every minute and I win it like a champ
'Bout to bury rappers you can call me quick sand
Bout to hit em hard with a flick of the back of my hand, yeah that is the plan
Filter you like Instagram, crop you we square
Time to begin again, Stuck in a rut out of luck boomerang
I'm up and above all your shit - Superman

These rappers so damn deluded
Think they so damn elusive
Truth is they not so lucid
I think I'm 'bout to lose it
They think they got that flash
Don't think they know who Zeus is
I see them waving flags but...

I'm on a mission with the ammunition of an ambition
Double tap from the likes of the competition
Yeah that quick submission from the opposition
Lock you up behind bars like a law provision
Hand cough like a choke who's got no vision
Cop a feel of this dream in my super-vision
Copperfield in these sheets like a true magician
Every syllable slaying's a careful decision
Now, lets make this verse spicy
Add a touch of cinnamon
Spinning words killing the flow like a super villain
Dropping DBZ sized bombs like Krillin
Son I'm already winnin' when I'm pinnin' em
To the ground then send spinnin'
Like I'm Eminem
Maybe its criminal
Flow this subliminal
I go lyrically critical
Verbally physical
Its verbal ignition
Unafraid invincible
Emotions are minimal
A verse of words
Only 'bout to get worse
Like a curse
With every beat that I massacre
With these thoughts that fast occur
Got limitless potential, a capacitor
Gotta make you short circuit so you crash and burn
A-R-M-double A-N till the AM and I came in
Just to have some fun now I'm done