Tick Tick

You already know I’m a pro with this

The flow is sick

The vision been blurry till I focused in

I honed the skill

I’ve only ever known what’s real

Plenty fakes keep the gold in grill

Hopes low so they tote the steel

Pop pop till they cold as a frozen meal

 

Let me toke a hit

Let me toke a hit

 

I’m hosting rap’s fucking open casket

Closed case on an open bracket

Cast your bets on the clicking of castanets

Bringing it back like funkmaster flex

Pass the rest let’s set it off

Half the set, spit back and forth

Madness sets in

Sad the best shits dead and gone

Cash and debts don’t get along

For the master, death’s the saddest song

Uh, Can we sing along?

For practice, sit within the pause for reflection

Have to diss if they gone target the brethren

Fact or fiction?

Snap, they listen

Latest Tracks hit different

I been In my bag with the rhythm

Wandered down the path with no mission

Magically written this shit

Skip tracks

And I flipped this back

Mismatched the direction

Oh shit

 

You already know that I’m a pro with this

The flow is sick

The vision been blurry till I focused in

Bro bro imma hit em without no assist

can’t coexist

In the zone again

Tryna clothe em with the coat that fits

Co coca bliss

They zoning out

zoning in

Got em so offended

.44 to the dome, leave it open ended

On the Opiates till they overdose

Can’t overemphasise the overload

toe to toe, I’m next in line

I hold my own against the tides

The stress inside stay prone to blow

fold but only on my own terms

Take note how the road turns

Take a hit, this a slow burn

Take a hit, this a slow burn

Tick tick

Tick tick

I ain’t need no validation just to prove that this shit’s lit

Feeling out of place but I’m the coolest of misfits

Ran around the race, I’ve seen the view from the finish

cutting to the chase, I need some new opposition

Isn’t it rich?

Feeling as big as it gets

Villainous shit

Fill in the pages that’s missing

My mission fulfilled

Filling the prisons with presence of felons

I fell in the trap by defending myself

Jealous of rappers with wealth

Envy their stacks upon stacks of these bills

Wish I could rack up a mill

Not just the scraps of a meal

Back to the real

I been a victim of passion and talent concealed

Happy that that shit is passing now that the new album revealed

track with the tracklist I tapped in to sadness and fear

Of the man in the mirror

How could I rise to the standards of those I revere?

Open a beer

Chugging it down tryna drown all the hopes that are here

Hear me out

Fold under pressure

Adhering to clout

Never really wanted what they advertised

Past my eyes my passing youth-