Staircases (feat. Supreme Cerebral)

I stand statuesque

righteous mind wit the tatted flesh

One foot in front of the other climbin these tattered steps

used to trap Quebec

straight out the sewer like das efx

dodgin common threats

peep the opulence

let the pros work u a hobbyist

buckshot from the shotty make ya body twist

burn you like a pot a grits

conquer continents with my consonants

3fifty terrace wit the model chicks

bottle sippin

bypassed the gatekeepers now the locks is twistin

I got a system

but my talent don’t got a ceiling

glass roofs

straight out the mud this grass roots

never on the fence, my body’s tense, but I act loose

I spit pain from the days that I couldn’t smile

still held it all together like a wooden dowel

I’m not scared of heights plus I’m not lookin down

so profound wit these sinister nouns and crooked vowels

I hit my target audience like archery

U should never underestimate this authors reach

My souls torn cuz these streets keep callin me

tunnel vision but the light at the end is hard to see

I give you all of me/I’m great, like we all can be

it’s all in reach/I jus gotta move cautiously