Check one, check two, check three, check it The way that I attack the microphone and I

Project it Cause I've been recollecting visions of the

Golden sector Supreme net protector

From the Tribeca Astral projector

I'm the resurrector With revelations I've been spraying from

The city of Mecca I remember the grimy of the 90s

Don't remind me how I spit it so timely

Just let a man breathe and just hush so my mind could just cease

So my mind don't erupt At times I feel I can't get enough

But I sip a double cup and I spin a couple dubs

Sending out some love to my blood, to my girls, to my buds

To the homie up above And no more time for big enough

To these fakes who ain't around when the time's getting rough

So many missed the final perfect one Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me bend to gravity from clumsy Show me I'm bad, I wanna hear different songs

So many missed the final perfect one Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me bend to gravity from clumsy Kiss me, I don't wanna hear different songs

That's all rap man, enough of them facts man I slap to the face, reality's back hand

I'm trying to keep it real and keep my stacks down

But MC's killing for a rack, rapping in a trash can

Like what you're saying dawg, you need to backtrack

It's how you claim to be a rapper if you can't rap fam

Rap fam, rap fam, rap fam Not for real

How the fuck you claim to be a rapper if you can't rap fam

Rap fam, rap fam, rap fam I'm coming with this lyrical miracle barrage

MC's wanna talk about they got an entourage

What's my squad, just me, myself and I

Along with Mary Jane, that's a lyrical high

Hop in the genie, blazing on the Avdan

Bitches wishing they can see inside my brain like Pat Stans

Talk emotions, well now I'm past that

Cause every time you chit and chat it sounded like the step man

That's a lyrical high

That's a lyrical high

Just let a man breathe and just hush

So my mind could just cease so my mind don't erupt

At times I feel I can't get enough

But I sip a double cup and I spin a couple cups

Sending out some love to my blood

To my girls, to my buds, to the homie up above

And no more time for big enough

To these fakes who ain't around when the time's getting rough

Check one, check two, check three, check it

The way that I attack the microphone and I project it

Cause I've been recollecting visions of the golden sector

Supreme net protector from the Tribeca

Astral projector, I'm the Resurrecta

With revelations I've been spraying from the city of Mecca

I remember the grimy of the 90s

Don't remind me how I spit it so timely

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Kiss me, I don't wanna hear different songs

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Kiss me, I don't wanna hear different songs

Yeah, yeah

Mic check one, two

It's how we do

Getting wavy on this one

Knew I had to smash it

Instant classic, yo

Check

Just let a man breathe and just hush so my mind could just cease

So my mind don't erupt

At times I feel I can't get enough but I sip a double cup

And I spin a couple dubs

Sending out some love to my blood, to my girls

To my buds, to the homie up above

And no more time for big enough

There ain't no round when the times getting rough

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Check me out, but I wanna hear different songs

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Kiss me, I don't wanna hear different songs

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Check me out, but I wanna hear different songs

So many ways to find the perfect one

Kiss me and I'm stocked up like Sprite

Don't let me back to gravity from clouds

Kiss me, I don't wanna hear different songs

I'm coming with this lyrical miracle barrage

MC's wanna talk about they got an entourage

What's my squad? Just me, myself, and I

Along with Mary Jane, that's a lyrical high

I've been the genie, blazing on the Afghan

Bitches wishin' they can see inside my brain like cat scans

Talk emotions? Well, nah, I'm past that

Cause every time she chit and chat, it sounded like the Scatman