6 AM

I made reality from dreams, student of the game is now the dean You either give it all you got or not, there is no in between So I chose the former, ill rhymer/performer Turn a hearer to a goner, getting nearer to honor Til’ I reach infinite, rappers all appear to be some Mini Mes I don’t write bars, I hear beats then speak a soliloquy Doctors tell me I exceed in verbal capabilities Eximius humanus man I don’t need cape abilities So act as if gravity has reversed, stand down I’m Adam when he came to consciousness, I am the man now Spitting on as many tracks as God will let my hand hold Started from a small town, plotting on the damn globe They just stall and can’t go, they're so monotonous To us no mono y mono metropolis is possible It’s obvious, never been on any catch a body shit But if I was it’d probably be a corporation lobbyist Done with modestness I’m the sun, no one hot as this Instrumentals are condiments, lyric conglomerates You hearing my dominance and the fear is so prominent I’m using it on the world ’til I’m running a continent See I think thoughts in ink blots, and pull thots, the papa don This verse is outta control, I don’t Flex to drop a bomb The bachelor hitting soccer moms, who raps effortlessly While all my rapper associates spit to a lesser degree I’m blessing the beat in ways that you cannot teach In universities, had this in me ‘fore I hit the nursery That’s why this isn’t work to me, feels like earth is church to me So I’ll be ringing the bell ’til the pope is saying mercy me I’m on the verge to be the greatest ever heard or seen Could you step off the beat? You’re standing on a murder scene King of all kings about to break a few things It’s a steroid flow, when I catch a mood swing