[ Featuring heircules ]
Yo, yo, yo
Uh
You poked the bear with a stick
Brought up your smoke, bitch, you aimed and you missed
I bring the M's at night, you missin' the twist
The devil brews in church pews, call that views from the six
I don't need to speak to hit a lick
Uh, they won't underestimate me when I detonate and decimate
Those who hate me gettin' more than just a little hell to pay
Taxman, blacksmith, past tense, I'm mad clinical, past mythical, I'm right for the
Job, need no interview
My words bring light and heat seepin' into you
Lights, cameras, action, I'm more than just a master
Flames pass like paths lit on castor, I step and the glass shatters, bitch
Ayo, I pull the mask down and I'm steppin' into the light
No regrets I ever found in my actions, sounds or my slights
It gets personal up in this bitch
Churchill couldn't lift your efforts, stolen beats and shitty writtens
Pistons holdin' better records
Physical manifestations of all your fears
It gets easier to block the temptations inside your ears
You were blinded by your rage, ain't no way that you could see us
Movin' earth like I was Toph, man, we the stone cold leaders
Steppin' on these f*ckin' rappers, I got whetstone sneakers
Drippin' red, I slice you like the final ronin'
I'm a lone soul creature, more heat up on the way
My microphone got a fever, I see you tryna hide from this pressure
Better roll that reefer, I'll meet you on the other side
Breakin' down, you're sullen pride
You said a mentor's what you needed
You need a lot more than a guide
It's more than what you say, it's about what you keep inside
It's more than what you say, it's about what you keep inside
Your heart's full of hate
And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya
You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya
You're stuck with the ego blowin' up, clique is full of leeches
I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, f*ck up out my bleachers
And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya
You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya
You're stuck with the ego blowin' up, clique is full of leeches
I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, f*ck up out my bleachers
It's me
