Lyrical Aftershock

[Verse]

This is a song filled with hard steel for the scarred real, set you off

on where you belong, chemical in the making like I'm tentacled and strong

y'all in the wrong field, beat is a bomb yield, scheming in dungeons

do you smell the stench, creeping to the point where skeletons crunched in

Eating venom, my momentum’s a temple to go wreck em

Frozen then stunned em, ghost as my thoughts run in em

Kamikaze, probably drop ya lines like a zombie

then see the wrongs rot in the swampy concrete

ARYEH drippin’ flair all in the pan again

Swangin’ like Tarzan going far back, I go hammer then

Puttin’ rappers in a sandwich with toast and banana jam

Who the heck is tryna bite? Catch a stomach cramp

Ink bled, drippin’, and they listen when I body them

All my lyrics stick like tape grip, never downgrade

It’s a sound fade, lookin’ like they clown-made

Hop up out the bed, look in the mirror, say, “What’s crackin’, ARYEH?” (What’s crackin’?)

Gotta get this paper, gotta stack it, I got no time to stray (Uh-uh)

Gotta get this money, gotta pack it, I got no time to play (Uh-uh)

Get up off the truck and go snatch it, I got no time to wait (Uh-uh)

I got the weight of the world on my plates (Uh)

I got the drip and the splash and the grape

I got some bands and they barely can shape up (Uh)

Hop out the jet, now I’m back gotta wake up (Uh)

Step out the bank and I feel like a taker

Step out the closet, I feel like a rager

Hop out the Benz and I ghost in the Phantom

Killin’ these beats like a fever

believe it deeper the rhythm I send him

I tell em to follow the leader

first on the speaker a lyrical creature

Call me the heir of the people, probably not scripted for you

Back on the fourth flame, like we orbiting Saturn’s core too

It’s the return of the Napoleon return of the durag

Return of the Jedi, return of the jack of all stats

Got the bad start, played it smart, made it out with the waste yard

Heard they need a leader

The people been feeling weaker, lost like Trudeau in a theater

Go grab the panales, wrap burritos, black tuxedos

Bow tie, there’s no time, let’s reload

If I die, who gon' put me in the plot though?

In the back with a back brace, jumpin’ on the top rope

Flow so I walk slow

Ditchin’ the doomsday, mission to prove they

Shouldn’t have handed me a shot

I been runnin' up the bills again

Caught another chill, deep in my feels again

I can't wait to tell the folks what the real is then

What they never tell the folks is what the deal had been

Cow-tippin’ on a Milky Way

Star-slidin’, let save the day

Down here, it been killin’ me

Just when you thought you couldn’t see a trilogy

I can only do me, can’t be no one else

Man, I’ma play the cards I was dealt

I see you prayin’ on my fall, that won’t help

Only a matter of time ‘til I’m bathed in wealth

I don’t make music for y’all, man, I make it for me

The fact you feel it, well, that’s just a treat

They all just focused on me, I’m the one to beat

I mean, can you blame ‘em? I’m practically elite

I’m big as a boulder, and when I’m older

I’ll look back on all of the racks I shoulder

I’m takin’ over, already told ya

I think of myself as the warrior, a soldier

The mission ain’t over, I’m feelin’ closer

With every second, I’m deep in exposure

I feel like a cobra, I’m very sober

When I see the shine, that’s the moment I look over