SKB 3 1/2

Imagine a million dollars in the hands of a thug

Spending it all in one place for comfort and drugs

The circumference of love has never been in his circle

Drinking purple drinks out of cups making him think

If tomorrows really there then what’s different then

The same name, same height and same muscle frame

The 24 hour day to repeat and stay the same

Until the day I that I die, I’m working a 9-5

The system holds metrics you don’t wanna inherit

Good luck spilling out your views and merits

They don’t wanna hear it, they’ll silence your spirit

They got a license to your children and money pyramids

They telling you they need more, but don’t listen

You missin the point, be precise with your decision

Makes sure the scope is clear and hit with precision

Aim for the heart, if you miss it’ll still kill them

I’m talking cutting deep with the lyrics that cause mayhem

Stop paying them, if I ran a label

I’d set rappers tables and banish stories about fables

And unplug their cables if their lying in their stables

Take away their working table and storm their house

Pick out every piece of thing of mine and kick them out

Never doubt the power of lyricism of myself

I kick you out your own house without a shout

It’s prominent you recognize I’m dominant

Don’t vomit or spit or I’ll kick your shins

Leaving them split with splints

It’s not a fun time to think when your ripped

Not muscular built, shredded meat under your skin

That’s vascular, like Dracula I’m sucking blood from within

Leaving the game in a split between psychos and legits

Not these fake rappers who do it for an image

I’ll keep saying this till I die or you reminisce

Facts, just keep one foot inside the trap

The other in the library and study my raps

Balance both gangsta style on Lupe tracks

But you ain’t gonna do that, cuz it won’t surpass

My madness with the pen that sure to last

The curse of my past haunts me like a Halloween mask

99% of you guys can’t match my dialect

Let alone my raps

The pilot sent me to tell you I’m taking off

I’m leaving when the trees sway and fall off

If you haven’t noticed yet

My levee already broke a full year ago

When I was rapping about the fake-spirituals

These cardboard made, cereal boxes Cheerios

Artist who haven’t seen the largest and most favorited martyr

I feel like Peter walking all across the water

Except when I do, I don’t fall and begin to wallow

I swallow my pride and put my faith into the Lord above the sky

The love of the world is so measurable in my eyes

It spans from one hair follicle to the other

Diabolical, it’s so small how much a brother cares

About this world that offers nothing but fake affairs

Cheating women and lies from inside the men’s ears

All year I’ve been saying to watch out for your peers

Don’t entertain these thugs and self elected saints

Educate their brain with lyrical membranes

Get some enzymes you find in my rhymes

And intertwine them into his mind

Make that’s the solution for these corrupted mines

A 100th of my brain can keep the game alive

So choose wisely, which one of you is like me

Besides the peeps I bump in my headphones

Not one of you can step near my thrones

Thrones will stay plural cuz I’m painting a variety of murals

That be of the sun, to the night, to a gun

That resembles someone who was killed in a school

Columbine fools never understood the truth

We give guns to the youth, you expecting them not to shoot

And when they do, it’s a kids fault for doing what gun is supposed to do

Fuckin shoot?

Yall piss me off and I was having a great day

I mean for my own sakes I made a song about a lake

Or a river, who cares, it was about a damn witch

Who drowned and resurrected to the heavens without a twitch

Now yall got me down like I asked AI to write me that script

You imageless, fingerprints of some gimmicks

I don’t care who you friends with

This won’t end but it should end with a zip

Of the lips, flaming hot, the robots taking over the parking lot

Car jacking the vehicles and they speed off

What a seesaw this life is, first hard then soft

Is this my car? A rental for the man who's been a general?

The man that ate his vegetables and became one of the few several

Who can share the same metrics as Kendrick, that upsets you?

Maybe I’m lesser, but I’m never less than you

I challenge another brother to come try this spectacle

I don’t care about the gender roles or gentilas that respond

I’m looking for a battle, I need to get past all these cattle

Harvested by labels, trust me it’s unfavourable

It’s all unflavoured, your spirit turns to thin vapour

And the next day it’s out of the world and unsavoured

Sweet talking in the lyrics can crush another’s life

You either live trife or live like a knight

Tryna combat others for a spot in the night

You barely staying alive with that sword in your spine

What am I? 2 noble gasses you can’t combine

Cuz I defy logic and do what’s on my mind

If I want you to be mine then I’ll hunt you down

But there’s only 2 people on the app who I can pass down my crown

G-Face and Damon, some spicy rappers profound

Only ones I’ve found, the next in line?

Their signings already caressed their mind

But I don’t mind, it ain’t me at the end of the day

2025, am I a hypocrite that thinks

Swinging words like shanks will penetrate the links

On a brink of being shaped as a poetical strength

By not just me, but Shakespeare in his grave

Etta James on the dash, smooth Cadillac

Ramble on chumps, you couldn’t last

The sinning award was given to me

Hung myself by my umbilical cord, call the police

A little adrenaline force with a hint of innocents peace

This JAYZUS status on peace of papers reek

Of Jay Z cocoa leafs that he whipped in ‘83

This week, I speak like I’m preaching to the sheep

Covered in wolves fur, what a life I live

The men go to school and act all a fool

They go home and pray for their families and schools

Lamb in wolf's clothing is an interesting sight

But the Pinterest page just might by your life

Presidential paper gonna smite you alright

Be smart in this savoured salty pie

Cuz it ain’t gonna taste good if you still try

Goodbye

This a wave from the lighthouse

Making waves for the pilgrims to me shout

“You have arrived” then watch the hunters kill them out

This SKB 3 and a half

You know I could go harder

If I ran the world, I’d run so many laps

You guys made the right guy famous:

A rapper who actually has the audacity to damn rap