Watch Your Back

(Verse 1: Aly) I’m authoritarian Con an eight bar like a barbarian Murder beats, coffin and bury’em Then carry’em Ideas where no man goes, I’m ‘bout to expose’em Hear my flows, it all started when I discovered I parted ways With all ideologies and society’s ways No apologies, I’m supplying days’ worth of change at growing pace I’m mentally advanced and philosophy is the case, I’m agitated Having trouble finding a soulmate it Scars my remains and Digs so deep where there is No emotions left, it’s a ferris wheel and you’re driving I’m definitely ill but you definitely need a medication Who isn’t having trouble searching? Seeking his god, nourishing his spiritual side Maybe a side effect of all inferiority complexes If life is a straight line, there’s a lot of convexness But here’s what perplexes Me: why am I slept on like a bolster? The world is unjust, but I’ma bolster My morales and principles Hide my vices, till the habit gets kicked It dices my heart into slices At what price I spice this? It’s a crisis I will suffice this Situation at any cost it takes, I’m all prepared to bear the change, metamorphosis And arthritis No writer’s block, I block writers With my light years ahead vocab. And rhyme schemes I light beams, kill mics and My conscience is guilty of ending careers, evoking tears, fucking rears But what am I to do? My peers are queers! You ain’t hindering my progress, nor will you be able to compete How can you defeat what they call a heartless MC? For the record, sentimentality is a part of me but my way of living nowadays is dispensability I don’t need but me and you’re mentally disabled The labels will fight over me but my dream is independence All I need is to upholstery my mind and a room Get a pen, a pad, a freakin’ beat and BOOM! There it goes, a record thrown; it damaged skulls and wrecked your bones I leave it now to fuck the world while you recuperate It’s a shock of culture, craft, and will lead to a coma Me winning the game is my eternal mind state Eternal mind state, my eternal mind state Eternal mind state, my eternal mind state Eternal mind state My eternal mind state, Bil (Verse 2: Nabil) I’m a rhymaholic Addicted to rhymes that I spit them so diabolic Rhymes form clips maybe make a movie or let’em be episodic No supersonic speed needed, my superpowers exceeded My beginning is the same as sodium in the periodic table N/A Yet my end hasn't been classified yet cause I haven't reached my top yet But check it, cause the next cut is bionic in a way that is so chaotic Mayhem formatic Evil membrane to embrace attain a paint on the face Hope to rest in beats; making holy music Haven’t reached psalms yet Earth pentagon centered like a pentacle Got rhyme receptacle evil deceptacle Killum in ati No martial skills or karate Best up and coming rapper This fact is way back pre-scripted And my music is pre-scripted Raised to heavens and lifted Then to you people gifted, to earth shifted From wack rappers taken away and encrypted, here’s the track so here it while it’s decrypted, inhibited My music reached the level of utopianism Lyrical master classism, rap mechanism, Am I being slept on? "Or maybe they got used to listening to wack songs" First class division cause the music that we envision can’t even make a decision no clear vision so many rappers causing collisions zero precision TIME OUT! I’m makin’ my way in the game zigzager No holding back I’m a mic grabber Content so hot beat stabber Super dapper, abra kadaber, let me pass Rhyme so fast make you choke from mic friction smoke, take a breath and press gas Hit a wall and laugh; that’s how stupid you rap We’re reforming the structure of this game changing the rules cause you wack rapper we blame For screwing the game spreading the disease of sell out and fame Autotune, cash, bitches , fame! Take all that out your’re nothin’ but lame People living in mansions, cash money expansions Nervous?! Must be! N/A just fucked up your career in a way that it must be The Reincarnation of Rap