Beyond

[Verse 1] Now watch me excel fast without flaunting or flossing That type of shit'll get you body where I'm from son, it happens often Too many cats up on that flamboyant wave No humbularity at all, someone tell me what's going on Fuck a Jesus piece, I rock beads, my souls comprised of God's gold Carl Sherron, Grand Pupa, New York manifesto I'm what this game is missing, not claiming to be no savior Bronx aviator soaring deep, many leagues above these haters So these trendy rappers have it for now, but I'm timeless That raw diamond in the rough that be shining Them other emcee's can play the bench While me, Darrel Davinc, Cal and Rim illumintate the bulbs up in your consciousness But you can also lose it sparring with the Optimus From the metropolis where insomniacs rule the populace I sip the Hennessy as my thoughts manifest in me And turn ordinary loose leaf into hieroglyphic sheets New York is mine, every song that I ink Is like an issue of the Times fam', the voice of the streets I am, the representer for every tenant of a tenement Man, woman and child sparring in harsh predicaments Cause I'm beyond fam' [Verse 2] I'm twenty-two but powerful enough to spar with any rap god From Pac to Nas, Jigga Elect', even Kendrick Lamar Man I was born out the ashes of ether So battle me and watch me shatter thee, it's Lic the grim reaper These rappers played out like two ways I could kill 'em all in multiple ways, shells and biscuit or the pro-tools way And fuck your Maserati's, take it how you want and not to mention My prescience exceeds power of several Bugatti engines My mind's eye is forever open, walking through these Gotham blocks When shit is hot with cops my niggas toss their Glocks That's why I move solo, the wise one, Allah's son Shaking the Earthy pavement with these bars, I'm on par son This tape will be my Illmatic, the modern day scripture I'll paint a vivid picture with the blood of all of my victims So listen, you wanna square off like Madison, bring it on And in the nick of time you'll vanish like stars in the early morn' So I doubt you want to rumble with the human manifestation of thunder And while you're at it, post this shit on Tumblr Cause I'm beyond [Verse 3] Aye yo Reese pass the mic and let me spill like saw mills On the real, I murder every beat with raw New York appeal I do this for all of my BANAS posted up in front of bodega's with them llama's Ready to let it ring on who ever want drama Shout out to all my brethren up top, facing one to three's And all my homies in college tryna' earn them degree's Just know I'm out in New York holding it down Representing for the poverty stricken youth of my town Blacks and Hispanic's, you see us, don't panic, unless it's time to rumble And please believe we murder on the humble Other than that I'm chill, plotting On the throne, cause I'm tired of watching Cause I'm beyond