Conway the Machine - Rare Form

[Verse 1] Look Catch me in the base, trynna send a package up-state 20 P's of each box wrapped in a package and tape I ain't never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist Nigga get out of pocket, I'ma put you back in your place Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I'm straight Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe You said you iller than Machine, that's like a slap in the face You can't match the raps I create or tracks that I make Ayo look, hold up That was the 8th? (Ay that was the 8th bar) I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I'm great I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace You see all these racks that I made, got a staggering weight I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape Smoking gas with my nigga Burner in the back of a rave I promise most of these rappers is fake Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th I know that this is 16th but fuck that When I rap I go apeshit So when [????????] It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake You seem paid in full, what happened to 8th Aghhh [Hook] Uh, I'm in rare form (uh-huh) 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom) Rare form I'm in a whole 'nother zone Well, tell the niggas I'm in rare form Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga) 'Cause on every song I'm a motherfucking monster (uhh) I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga) Motherfucker I'm in rare form [Verse 2] It's the almighty machine Ain't no rapper hard like [?] bars like the machine All night on the scenes So raw and it was clean In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr)