New Religion

I'm grinding til a get shot, clips the size of missiles Ripping mics from here to Dakota, my malice always an issue Dropping adlibs over classics, madlibs for the masses I want the coupe, and on top that, white range like the Mavericks These rappers is played out off of rhymes that we played off I lend em a new flow and they steal it like Madoff I'm like fuck it I got ample. My clique poppin like Snapple tops Pop and lock, flow so cold confused whether I'm hot or not I'm sick over keys, a bulimic John Legend But my whole team winning, fans love em like he Kevin Reciting verses for the children next I'm spitting for the reverend Finger poppin instrumentals, slinging words like number 7 Sell it off to the fiends split the profit with my brethren Expanding my net worth while expanding my network Maybe takeover like big Hov and see what them Nets worth They wanna fuck with the kid then I'm calling Chris Hansen And if they infiltrate the line then I'm taking em for ransom Like "hello officer I'm killing rappers off at random Dead bodies in 4 mansions now listen before my train of thought crashes I'm requesting 5 MILFs flashing bumper to bumper like human trafficking 22 seconds or I'm sending careers rappelling rapidly" Ever since I was ye' high, I studied styles from Compton to Bedstuy Freelancin. Visioning millions before my peers collect their masters Plotting in history, ironically studying the classics Blueprinting how I'mma drop a Illmatic for the masses I'm a murderer of many facets, put me on any tracklist They challenging the throne? Then I'm lining up the caskets It's critical they recognize a god MC I'm god like he, from NYC And Stokes be over keys like Swizzy, we Eric B The deadliest combo since Snoop and Dre in 93 Pockets on band practice, got the bleachers out Drop my tape and bring the speakers out Rez at the mic is probably a new prophecy so when I'm reciting, kick the preachers out Equivalent of Joseph's son on these verses Churches, kick the deacons out new prophecies when I'm rehearsing Cursing, switching flows competition could only hope to throw Lyrics is gorgeous, gorges when I recite 16s off triple beams Dope fiending to collect my cream But even with third eyes, metaphors not what they seem My IQ got me high enough to fall out the sky twice And land on your favorite rapper's instrumental and go ginsuh Chop it into 2 and 3s til they proclaim Rez to be 2-3 Then switch it up, call Wan G with the 4-5 Keep my recitals in ziplocs. It's that dope Throw me in a cypher with any rhymer I'll put my verse in a chokehold Hold...I said lines ago I'm the new era's Joseph's son What's 4th coming? Beyond Reasonable Doubt, Im the chosen one I said it's like, dancing with the devil and I got two left feet All I got is these punch lines like the new Ali I'm tryna be 23. The Mike Jordan of this rap thing Climbing up the food chain carrying clips and caskets Murdering rappers that's average, spitting verses that's classics They use to put me behind the scenes like ad libs .....But then I got active and now the competition past tense So on beats they scared to go in like adolescents when its past 10 So these niggas'll never pass him got the key to this rap thing I'm head shootin they ducking I took the game now I run it They should know the name by now. Save the PSAs and introductions I figured I rap good. I mean well, well I'm good enough. If they don't pass me the torch I'm stealing it 'fore Stokes make a fuss