SCRAPBOOK

It's the calm before the storm

Dark before the dawn

Armed with foreign swords

Talk to dormant Gods

You're gone before tomorrow

Y'all are more than frauds

That I've been forced to call authentic

It's not y'all's business

Of who I choose to call my brethren

Been on top, not falling off until the fall off finished

So clean, I mop the floor with them

I guess I caught y'all slipping

I'm argumentative

Large percentages of the bars I'm penning

Are far from brilliant, but y'all are feeling it

Hard to figure it out

How this idiot bout to educate them

Expectations higher than I was from like 11th grade

To sophomore year of college

Longer if I'm honest

Tired of being modest

Y'all could be the artist, I'll just be a critic

I'll just be a cynic, I'll just be dismissive

Nah, he isn't gifted

All his shit has gotta be written

He probably doesn't give a shit about the culture

Or comprehend the artistry in it

Probably only listens to Marshall and NF

And if y'all could see inside my head

And understand the intention

Your whole perspective would flip

Like getting a pass interception in Madden 11

And damn, if you happen to catch on"Pick six" of your top players

And I'll tackle them dead on

I rap like I'm dead on a record

But this the shit that I live for

Sweat and tears every year

Yet I wish I could give more

Getting better, I spit more

Clever shit that I used to

Every written I grew through

Never quitting, I'm too smooth

A loose screw who's sick of sitting in silence

I'm blind but visualizing a mind as witty as mine is

I'm a war vet, was more than out of gas before I left

I can't afford to check until I'm bout to cash some foreign checks

I waited, but lately

Patience shorter than arms of a Tyrannosaurus Rex

Every word a sword, I point it toward your neck

I'm sort of perplexed, Did you forget?

Or is it this difficult for you to get?

That I was born before the world was ever warned I could spit

And if it was it would've blocked it

The money that's in your pocket

Is nothing but just an object

You motherfuckers obnoxious

So shut it or stuff a sock in it

It's impossible to stop what I got in my head

My mind is kind of perplexing

Kanye when off of his meds

Not gonna write shit again

Off of the top, what's a pen?

I've been rhyming dirty, but surely the style is on 10

In Spider/spite of verses that verse me I'm Miles beyond them

It's wild I'm not dead, itt's wilder I'm alive

Kept the lye on my skin to let Tyler Durden survive

But I will murder a rhyme

One word at a time - Shady

The verses I write, lames gonna

Burglarize daily

It's worth it if I wait

For the person who might save me

A word to the wise, maybe

A word could be life changing

I'm certain I died

This gotta be a new me

Truly

Joe be smoking the loose leaf

She gon' kick it like Bruce Lee

She hit a cart or two (Carter two) and get Wheezy, that's word to Tunechi

Is it worth it to lose sleep, If I murder a few beats?

It's too easy to prove to you all

I could do this while solving a Rubik's Cube

Awwwwwww where's the logic in that?

I'm Bobby after retiring

I'm just trying to carve a path worth admiring

It's bastard Tyler - mixed in with a bit of flower boy

Gang chuckling, like you ain't fucking with our boy

She telling me she bout to shower, join

After she done with her hair

Fuck it that's fair

I'll write a verse in the meantime

I'm working I keep grinding

He cooking the beats, rhymes

Quit lyin, you pussies are feline

I'm phenomenal

Monumental to the highest degree

Sober still, you never set your sights higher than me