False Spectaclez

I knew ever since I conceptualized my first bars

I was destined for my eventual rise, the first star

To be truly immersed, way deeper in the game than y'all

Too engaged in drama, but you act like you ain't phased at all

But the jig is up, I carried 9s 'fore I had the digits up

The pad is mine, y'all just went through my pockets and picked it up

And ain't know what to do with it, so they went and screwed with it

These new cats got egos, I like that, but who's is this?

Mine, motherfuckers better show respect

You catch two black eyes like slave owners, with ya collarbone and neck

Broken, get a cleaver stuck in your chin cleft

A big one, black Amiri hoodie, I been death

I hope you know I'm worthy competition

It's friends dissing friends, some friends I oughta be dissing

But when I'm caught in positions like these, I always listen

To my gut, and my gut says hold our position, Keys

 

In the end, the storm inevitable.

And after all, with self-discipline I'm despicable.

Willing to get y'all punishable, you're perishable.

Actin' as ventriloquist at weddings, my self-interest, I ain't marriageable.

It's a miracle of infinite ritual,

a young buck come from a love-touched home

Snortin' snow on shows, and bounce like boat,

You said you'll come at me? Don't.

Turn a nigga to a freak show, Bambi dreams, ho

I'm fancy-free, I carry the antifreeze

Like walt Disney, fly high like Valkyrie

But gravity's impossible for avidly activities

I'm on a winning streak to within reach the extreme city, cut in like skin deep

The wildest dreams happen lightning speed

I appear stylishly, in the societies, invitingly

Im blindingly, and strikingly murdering at falcon flying speed.

 

I do this

Spinning around, hit u with a typhoon kick

X Factor a bitch none of them guys do shit

Bunch of white dudes, got all of they haiku wit

Nothin to follow through on like " I might do this"

Coh a bitch

Slam you up and down like a broken switch

My gun sound different, its a social shift

When the flash went off, yall niggas posed for pics

I was like, what typa ho is this

You got caught in the lens like a motion pic

 

My verses transport across universes that's unheard of

The nuns in unison see dosages of ex-tri-vaganzas

In stanzas we take chances, not takin' damage

You makin' burger music for wealthy folks, that ain't a healthy sandwich

We ridin' boats and sellin' notes, Beethoven got rebranded

They chanting the same bullshit, like stadiums go Brandon

We say the same codes landin' a chain gang so random

We spittin' like magicians in a schism that's goin' schizophrenic

But in the way that we livin', we all different

So why season your beef with burnt chickens?

A slippery slope they gon' say is goin' down any minute

A manuscript of manifestations just turned written

You spreadin' blasphemy about the Holy Spirit, that's unforgiven

Take your dumbass off of this site and get a gym membership

To all my followers, keep winnin' and stay livin'

Nobody gonna bring you down unless you let them in, in

 

came in cold like a coltrane note held past the comfortable

the underground mistook my silence for somebody surmountable

rosetta stone couldnt decode the dialect im accountable

for building every syllable a brick in something unconquerable

split the atom of the argument they thought was indivisible

rothko painted whole emotions without making it legible

thats the approach, the feeling hits before its even eligible

for analysis, the impact lands before the source is visible

I move like the FS, every bar finna be the sum

of everything preceding it, the math becomes the outcome

kassan' had the truth and nobody believed it would come

same energy, I spoke it first, the crowd caught up to some

ran the table like a ronnie o'sullivan maximum break

unhurried, every angle preordained opaque

these rappers swing at depths of hell while im mapping out the earthquake

before it registers, already writing bars about the aftermaths landscape

dropped in like a citation nobody expected in the margin

the footnote that rewrote the thesis, blew apart the bargain

every veteran had established, jonah in the garden

and unlike the prophet I aint running, standing in carthage, hardened

 

The K-Clique picked me up inside of their whip

Transporting me from Albuquerque to the 6

They pulled up an hour early I had to rush quick

Had the Mexican Posse on my ass for my bricks

They opened the doors and closed it then dipped

They ask me “what you sweating for, huh Kalli?”

“The cartel’s been chasin’ me all the way from Cali”

I sat in the black leather seats of the red jeep

Looked to my left to see 2 men I’ve never seen

Key said to me “we picked them from Long Beach

The one up front is Jonahh, he packs a toaster

The other is PK, his smack talk his vulgar”

I greeted them both and say Day1 in the back

Dapped him too, blasted tunes, the beats smacked

We look in the review and see a rival crew rollin’ up

Spat lyrical warfare at em, then their car exploded, fuck