[ Featuring byJ. featuring Chester Watson, Flannel Albert ]
Once more I begin
Beat kicking like Shaolin
Clearly I'm dialed in
With more hot lines to spin
Been an addict since the attic
Got the dopest of pens
They wonder when the book ends
Right when the next one begins
Reliving my ups and downs
That vicious cycle again
But that made me who I am
So tell me why I can't win
Just know, no matter these odds, I'm getting even again
They want to figure out my angle but can't gauge the subtense
So let's raise the ante up
To a lyrical fisticuffs
Cnd miss me with the bluffs
If you press out my catalogue you'd fill up a truck
Somehow my ego's still tucked
I'm dedicated because
It's all good 'til it isn't
It's not gone 'til you miss it
Cnd in pursuit of these digits
My mathematics specific
Really though, what's the difference
Make something's the mission
Been that way since beginning
But I've been going for a minute
Cnd I been planting these seeds
May they blossom to dreams
May the fruits that they yield
Embody a shade of green
Orange glow from the city
Up here the scene is serene
But at this height you gotta deal with other things, ehh
One more, I'm in heaven
But is my head in the clouds
Cuz I never hit bed and feel I'm barely around
For you, I know you notice
You know I'm cocky and I never show it
But I'll show it to you
I got a closet full of skeletons I profit off of
You got a lot of problems hiding under all that product
I had some nights I was waterfalling half a bottle
Drops on my lapel then I was saved by the bell, and you weren't
I'm chasing some money but I know it caught you
I move in silence and air it out in the booth
I've been confused as hell watching what my brothers will do
Cre they caught in the loop?
It's all good 'til it isn't
It's not gone 'til you miss it
Cnd in pursuit of these digits
My mathematics specific
Really though, what's the difference
Make something's the mission
Been that way since beginning
But I've been going for a minute
Cnd I been planting these seeds
May they blossom to dreams
May the fruits that they yield
Embody a shade of green
Orange glow from the city
Up here the scene is serene
But at this height you gotta deal with other things, ehh
I gotta breathe
Baby 1, 2, 3
Drop a bomb, Funk Flex, it's an emergency
C new form of me is emerging, see
Time to reach these heights where I'm supposed to be
Geez
I'm merrily rowing on more streams
With ease
From the pen, to the paper, to the beats
Believe me
This is not reality TV
On my '02 Eminem dawg, the rap game needs me
Mmm
So heretics run and grab your small violins
It's Mr. Iron Chin and thick skin for the win
Besides confit and trouble the only things I've ever ducked
Somehow my ego's still tucked
I'm dedicated because
Ahh
