Split Deals

Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four, three, two

Thoughts parade like a field captain

Turn you mic brawlers into true captions, but the truest action

Aimed at the biz, cause the truest damage in the loot transactions

Mute the true passion, back when the grooves was smashin’

When you were shadowboxing, I was flame blasting

Tools past grim, real pitch black, back when we was still laughing

Tools sharper in present tense, these rap dudes

Still jacking, still yapping, still passing weak fabric

No wonder I feel like a dump sack, glad

I get the chuckle last, you get it at half mast

Me and twin, two man hotter than the sauna be

Crack your spleen and tuck you deeper than a sunken being

Straighten his frame if he bent, fifty lined up

They been stamped, them ones you kneel beside trust

Bent bills, split deals, these cats is phony

Actin' like the grind’s just snacks and macaroni

I see the trail in front me, act like you heard of me

Global focal point, not even legends could poster me

Bracket zone, Trackavores, loops only classic

Shoes tapping automatic, that’s what’s it till I’m graphic

Each cut I’m on I’m sharp, don’t ever probe me

Swinging at your neckpiece, breath gone when you owe me

Yeah, I’m snapping now, blowing amps out

I pitch these quotes out, no drought

Seats maxed out, different folks house

Upgrade your doubters to shouters and roll out

Disruptions out the way, Mega-mode, pow!

Flip the rhyme files, Double-O style, reaching wide bounds

Past globe, sky, cosmos, primed to explode through

365, arrive live, you a fool dude, dude

These try hard spitters hold soaked bladders

Need risers, still can’t step to my prime matters

Detective with an extra flare, I was graced with it

You probably still puzzling it, still stuck average

I ain’t slipping even if you tossed a ripe banana

My motion balanced, checks in motion like a math planner

You lack leverage, stress hectic, inject the frantic

Verses sizzling till your plastic drip, your flesh vanish

That’s your cost if you ain’t staged for this

Someone gotta carry this torch, I’d take that risk

Break this script, it’s like wordsmithin’

Your idols probably caught that hit like a Celtic net

I got the code to the safe

All them contracts fake unless it’s fate’s

I got rocket grade trades, cause I’m adept

Touching the summit while you ain’t even crept

You can announce that on the set

I got the image that you neglect

Ignore the pull, I order steps

These accolades via starcraft boost my rep

I live among comets, and don’t need a visa stamp

A million dollars to target plans

Uh, so hit that jam

I’m the crew's connect

Met him, they said, he done lost his step

Saw em paired like storms and umbrellas

Looked like pasta cast a charm on the fella

That beauty was a ten, maybe more

And a tone light with a glowing core