The Glorious

[Verse 1] Sittin inside a room, plotting plans could plot [Andy?] Sickest written rhymes couldn't fit inside of a tomb Kill it, kicking shit like a fetus inside a womb They tryna gas me up but they couldn't fuck with the fumes Then let's cover your face like you MF DOOM See this dark skinned kid from the dark side of the moon Stay on top of this cake like a wax bride and a groom Blowing up like birthday balloons But we never going 'pop!' Stop, this hip hop, nah we rock Better think again thinkin' you better, I think not You wouldn't have a shot if your hands was holdin' a Glock If your day job was a doctor I'm takin them out the picture Rappers is getting cropped in my square like it's hop scotch Back like DeLoreans, black rap euphoria Walled up historia The, the, the glorious [Hook] The, the, the glorious [Verse 2] Born in the mid-80's they say, "he so crazy" Like Martin in the 90's or when he went really crazy Meanwhile my style too wild for them to tame me Shoulder cold as the [?], flow hotter than Hades A barber couldn't fade me, you hate cause you can't break me I put your favourite artist in the garbage with Brenda's baby Watch me take it back on some repo shit If you heard this offer say, you delete your shit Wonder why you can't hang with me I been lynching, I'm servin' I [Ben Benson?] for mics like I'm pen pimpin' You been slipping I been raising the bar like I been benching You fuckin' with a king like a Martin Luther mistress In the cut, like stitches spitting like a pitcher flow Spillin' like a pitcher filled up with water, get the picture? Back like DeLoreans, black rap euphoria Walled up historia The, the, the glorious [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, Chi Town round demolisher Might jump on your song wit ya, barely acknowledge ya Hot as a fever I don't need a thermometer Raw as a pack of Ramen before you pour in the water Sicken they bring us orders, leading pigs to the slaughter Watching that rat burn like I'm in a class with Arthur Swinging through your city sorta like I'm Peter Parker I'm a motherfucker like that man who fucked your granny's daughter What the plan? [?] man flying like the saucer Versus getting bodied, mind missing like [Harper?] You ain't in my class, you rappers is playin' hookie My pen puncture the paper, you punks can't push me Ahead of my time, lines go over heads like hoodies Eat beats like Doug more than Wayne eat pussy Beyond focus I chase ghosts, you ain't notice? My eyes open, y'all blind dates for Frank Ocean Bitch [Hook]