(One Mississippi, two)

It all starts with a pen, a pencil, any writing utensil

Then I murder that shit and outline it with stencil

There's no mistakes and I don't need to make a correction

I won't throw it away, like you did the election

Guess it's better if you just don't assume

'Cause my mind uses a pen as a compass in a monsoon

Of thoughts, my rhymes are carefully walking on a tightrope

Cir-cuz I can balance with my lyrics under a microscope

I'm back (Wait, no) I'm making a grand entrance

With the flow of Eminem and the flair of Hendrix

With the concept rap kicking in like Kendrick

Now sit down, pupils, let me teach you a lesson

But don't take it away, even if it's indeliberate

It's my job to deliver bars before you even finish it

Ambitious? Yes, but this album is "Infinite"

I'm sticking this shit to the wall and this acts as a pin in it

(Took a walk around this shit, I see)

Monuments

(Can't even feel what's real inside the steel drum, felt cold then I felt dumb)

Monuments

(Say anything you want, I'm still gonna go onto a empty stage with the curtains drawn) Monuments

(I'm opening these so y'all can see what real rap looks like from on the inside)

Monuments, monuments

(Up in my brain)

Welcome to the monuments all up in my brain

You'll experience joy, sorrow, depth and all the pain

And it's kickoff time, so let's open the curtain

I know a whole lot, but one thing's for certain

I'm prodigy of oddity swimming in the sea

'Cause I got a lot of novelty up in my noggin, see?

Don't tell me what is properly, I'll tell you what my momma sees

She sees that her son is master of his genre, B-

B-B, B-Boy, I'll de-de-destroy

Anyone who crosses my path, but I'm not a decoy

I'm exactly who I am, I'm a G-G-G, boy

The OG, boy, historical like a Greek Coin

Lyrical like I'm three different people

Lee, Rick, Cal? Imma put that on a steeple

'Cause I'm holy, you bow down to me, you better know I'll freestyle

To the point in which I'm senile, still doing it with a key style

Fuck 16 bars, Imma do 32

Imma keep going for as long I need to

To let y'all know that I'm here to stay

Whether you want me here or you want me put away

I'm staying and I'm telling you that I'm not going

Call me Effie White, I'm staying and I'm doing this show and

You're gonna love me because love me or hate me

I'm staying with a four three times like I was Jay-Z

Or like I was twelve, only two years ago

Yeah, I'm young but you can't judge me by that shit, you know

That it don't even matter if I'm young or if I'm old

Because my lyrics will, through the ages, forever be told

But I am who I am at the end of the day

You know I'm just a man who would just like to say

That I'll keep shining bright with the lyrics in the sonnet

Hey, don't blame me! Blame it on my monuments

(Sick of seeing the same damn thing)

Monuments

(I can't breathe fresh air but I'm fresher than the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air)

Monuments

(Explosion, I'm open, I'm coming to make sure that you're closed, shit)

Monuments

(Easy come, easy go, now sit back and watch me go)

Monuments, monuments

(Up in my brain)

I feel so powerful, I'm wishing everyone would hear

Pay attention to the lyrics, not the beat but now it's clear

People would rather listen to Lil Xan than me

But here's what makes me special: my lyrical ability

See, 'cause I don't do trash with Auto-Tune

It's the last rap battle with an 8 Mile crew

I'm Alfred Hitchcock and I might hurt you

'Cause I might be psycho but it's one more thing than you

Are, feuds are a walk in the park glued to

Hypnotic fantasies of you in the yard (I mean the cemetery)

But it ain't worth my time to diss fuckers who can't rhyme

Not on my time, rapping but also paying all my dimes

So there's no time to lose, welcome to Same Difference

Presented to you by the bass and the kick and

The snare, welcome to the joy, the sorrow and the pain

Formed into my monuments up in my brain

Oh, that's good, that's good I'ma keep writing that

Shoot, no

Writer's block fucking sucks, man

Okay

Let me start with this