Lyrical High

[Hook][x2] When I'm on my lyrical high I don't aim for the sky, I aim higher As I progress I get wiser And tell the difference between the real ones and the lair [Verse One] They wonder how I keep striking like lightning I know it's frightening like Mike Tyson I stay fighting, until I hear the ten count Check the amount of rhymes I got They don't stop like spring, but in my membrane When I'm not home I remembering off the melon Too many telling, not enough shows Good fellas be concealed like slaves on a boat Verses they come quick, no need to rehearse this Rappers I leave them in a bottomless pit Some of them sound like dirt It's the rebirth of the boom-baps, with the real kicks and claps Ripping raps and spitting facts, what happened to all that We lost the concept to accept real rap Negus trynna rap, where your skills at? Flows pounding hard like soft flesh and steel bats [Hook] When I'm on my lyrical high I don't aim for the sky, I aim higher As I progress I get wiser And tell the difference between the real ones and the lair [Verse Two] A UFO type flow, it's indefinable and undeniable I feel unstoppable with my dominance This started off as something visual Now my foes seem invisible through my optics Y'all minds boxed in, from the Earth's toxics I'm too sick with my sixth sense, y'all looking tense The way I'm flowing makes the liquids condensed So much of y'all ain't making sense Upgrade your grammar, stop sounding like a toddler Here's a dollar, catch you in your belly make you holler Word to your mamma, got my vocab on strap Down pat like beach sand Don't peep me chilling like First Mate Gilligan It's obvious hip-hop is real again I'm killing them off like pesticides, so step aside The mainstream sound was meant to die, not stay alive Meant to die, not stay alive, meant to die, not stay alive [Hook][x2] [Verse Three] The chromosomes under my skin, in my bones Hold flows of rhythmic vibrations I didn't even know Sometimes my speech overflows, with dope quotes Don't hit to bowl, to inhale clouds of smoke Usually I choke of one toke, and stay afloat It's a joke, I'm fronting I don't smoke It kills your brain cells My intellect excels quite well for my to do that Move back before you get your crew smacked Your style ain't new Jack, thought you knew that Y'all ain't ready to kick it with the cool cats [Hook][x2]