Hidden within each of us is not only the capacity to love and hate, but to take that final step to be not only a creator but a destroyer

Not finna stop until I roll over the empire's games like a golemite

Not gonna stop rocking until I find my pockets so well that I

Make a dinner in a bag out of every collab

Blow in dynamite, been pent up and now locked on

Release the rocket barrage and block the sky

Now wait until I flood the stations

Catching up on hesitations, getting solidified

I've stopped waiting for them to give notice

My fire waking even if you pay no mind

I'ma get paid no matter hip-hop's age

Cause my place never been taken, as there's none like I

Off stage, I stay in the booth like the villain who taught me

There's no ceiling for those who make music right

On boss waves, I play community bass, want all my brodies on replay

Give em gas and a fuse to light, you need war tanks

All sauce and no sass

Find a process and stay on the mic

(Ay, ay, stay on the mic, ay)

(Stay on the mic, ay)