Godspeed

went under when the niggas said the sound was too demanding

came back with the kind of bars that restructure understanding

fourteen drafts of ugly built the one worth reprimanding

every comfortable rapper with the current I been landing

bars in aint the shallow end, yall swimming where im standing

mic check, mic check, who stands up?

but yall still dont know what im commanding

lost my mind for 2 days, came back reprimanding

every version of myself that settled, now im expanding

past the zip code of my ceiling, past the reprimanding

voices of the adequate, the session I been handling

nightly built a catalog thats damn near too outstanding

for the format, but the format bends when you been withstanding

pressure long enough, the diamond dont need reprimanding

into shape, it just needs time and weight, I been withstanding

both and what emerged is something nobodys been understanding

yet, give it time, the timings remarkable, outstanding

diamond in the rough cut, shining through the dark days

timing so remarkable its functioning in Gods ways

anything is possible, I promised on my hardest days

now watch me burn the building down and build it back in half the haze

niggas was fronting at the showcase, now they all quoting

the verses back at me verbatim, funny how the boating

changes when the tide do, when I was out floating

in the uncharted they were comfortable, promoting

adequate as excellent, the culture was demoting

its own standard and I watched it while I was devoting

every session to the opposite, the slow eroding

of the comfortable in my own work, the locomotive

of the difficult kept moving, kept reloading

every bar with something earned, the overcoating

fell off and what remained was raw enough, corroding

every lesser version of the craft aka my antidoting

of the mumble era wasnt loud, it was the noting

of the difference between volume and the goat invoking

silence of a bar that lands, I heard the quoting

unstoppable when the alignment hits divinely

rebellion mixed with ali living somewhere deep inside me

old soul, every session came and found me

niggas that was fronting now be all around me

funny how I beat the odds so oddly

dropped the bombs so calmly

never chased the shit, it found me

let me play off this imitation;

this is mumble rap extermination, Godly interpolation

this the kind of bar that makes the top five conversation

shift entirely, fuck a shoutout, fuck a goats nomination

from a room of people grading with the wrong calibration

took it to the basement of the craft, the excavation

of the actual beneath the decorated, the foundation

nobody sees is what im building, the damnation

of the surface only rapper is the slow revelation

that the structure wasnt there and my retaliation

against the comfortable is every single conjugation

of the difficult made natural, the concentration

of a thousand sessions into one clean demonstration

of what rap becomes when someone treats it like salvation

not a shortcut, this is scripture, this is consecration

of the mic, and yall been treating it like decoration