Icarus

[Verse] Eyes closed, as I slip in my trance I’m at the plate, focused as I widen my stance There’s the pitch, I’m a beast with the bat in my hands (pause) I specialize in lyricism, I ain’t making no dance While the competition’s like, “come on, give us a chance” I’m like “nah, I’m here to body you and your mans” Yeah, you and your Jeromes, you and you your Stans And if you had some, I’d probably say you and your fans Don’t get it twisted, that Red Mist won’t make a nigga Kick Ass But that tough talk, will make a nigga turn bitch fast See, I was cast as the star And my caste, is like the classification of Mars Warrior god, I’m in my own planetary orbit Your lordship, my flow tighter than a fetish corset I’m soaring, I have ascended like Icarus Conflicted, depict me somewhere in the distance Descending, towards the earth because of past decisions It’s just the sweet kiss of ignorant bliss, I exist Through instrumentals, keeping the pace I’m staying in my lane fam, I’m just running my race While these dudes are still warming up, joggin’ in place Most make mistakes, too busy moving in haste Too busy trying to save face and end up being disgraced Like Marion Jones, they can’t wait to build you up Just to take your accolades, change your lanes, make you switch up Now you’re in a different game and you’re trying to get a swish up Trying to rebound, and now you’re stuck holding tin cups And now you’re stuck holding tin cups… [Hook]