We're going to do something never done before

Haha

Yeah

What up Datin (Uh oh)

What up RJ (Let's work)

R.kitect, let's go (Y'all know who it is)

Yuh

Good God (Mmm)

Yeah

Stroke of genius (Mmm)

There's archaeological digs in polar regions

Tryna find flaws in my vocal sequence (Woo)

Its open enrollment and open season, throwing beatings

Rappers want to overreach, its open bar and open seated (Hahaha)

Hip-hop smells like low-achieving, lowered ceilings

The writing on the wall says, "Embrace the claustrophobic feeling" (Mm-mm)

They say R.kitect's a throwback from the golden age

The atmosphere's electric, feel the barometric voltage change (I feel that)

Explosive vapor, heroic nature, I'm goated, read the nomenclature

Show respect and double check your rolling papers (Check yourself)

My motivation's a home of record, home invasion

Innovation ascending with more lines than a slope equation (Yeah)

I got these rappers running for the exits when the Holy Spirit intersects the nexus of my solar plexus (Let's go)

R.Kitect, Triple D, and Leatherface gliding on these waves like propeller blades in the everglades

Raise your pocket lighters

With a base of rocket fire, I run through crowds with mushroom clouds, I'm Oppenheimer (Ooo)

My frontal-lobe overflows and over-spills

Motor skills like motor-cross, back-flips, I over-thrill (Yeah)

Every bar that I underwrite's a thunder-strike

Thunder, like the proof of His perfect love is the puncture site (It's the puncture site)

Name an opposing team that can take the lowest seed

Rewrite the coding scheme to update the modem speed (No one)

I've been sent with a fishing rod from the Living God

In plain sight, I'm dragging out great whites from the fishing pond (Let's go)

Tell academia, every bar's vibranium

My heart's heavy when I levy every part of my atrium (Mmm)

Sowing seeds in a gravity field

If I want to hear drill, I'll go and have a cavity filled (Hahahaha)

Who's here for dollar signs and dotted lines

I'm running into columbine (You know what time it is) to shoot y'all the link to my Spotify (It's PAIN)

The real grim reaper, I gotta beat the RIP

See I don't need to have reefer lit, this feel like when ether hit

It's pure dope in my pen, baby

I keep a brick

Eureka quick, I whip up a bird and it's Queen Latifah thick

Reach and get stomped on just as long as my feet permit

Teeth get chipped, I knock out the people I did the features with

We predict the game would be mine, time to recommit

They screaming, "Rest in Peace"

Now that's who they resting in pieces with

See I ain't took a loss in years

But I wear my heart on my sleeves, sometime I talk through tears

I'd rather bite, forget the bark, I'm the dog you feared

Don't ask me 'bout the top 5, I think they soft, who cares?

Now listen

Don't be mentioning they name with mine

I think I'm better than every rapper in the game combined

It ain't nobody in my lane, you better change your mind

Before I cock back, aim, and rearrange your spine

It's PAIN

If you take Jason Bourne

Mix him with some Genghis Khan

Add a pinch of Chef Gordon Ramsey with his apron on

Some pages from David's Psalms

A little bit of Nature Boy, Ric Flair (Woo)

Then throw in the caper spawn, Datin spawn (Yes)

This level of skill ain't the norm, this ain't a song

This an ancient poem that I have laced with some agent orange (Uhh)

I mash on your city like Godzilla facing Kong

In this combat with mortals, I'm Jax with his replacement arms

Your favorite rapper is sus

And when in doubt, check his TikTok

He's on stage twerking while in his blouse (Hahahaha)

He got signed cause he did a casting call on the Diddler's couch

I got signed cause I serve you animal style like In-N-Out

Yeah I'm 5"8', but next to them I'm as tall as the Nephilim

Fee-fi-fo-fum, I step on them, they're extra fem (Facts)

You can ask about me, veterans respect my pen

Put me on your top 5, right after Nas and next to Em