Let the games begin
A million ways to win
I'm sick of the waiting, sick of the pain, I live with this weight within
That weighs me down but nevertheless I find a way to win
I pick up the pace and simmer the game their shook of the pace I bring
Embrace the saviour, their thinking of ways to slay the king
Running away from ways of sin, she thinking of ways to break me in
Delivering major, I kill a narrator
The bigger the work-rate, the bigger the paper
I'm telling them fuck your validation boy, I validate myself
You rappers couldn't stomach me, they punch below the belt
Sitting and dreaming of palm trees, more drive than a car thief
Your lukewarm that's half heat
I'm Lupe, I'm Kweli, I'm Mos Def, I'm Ali
Who in the hell wanna spa me, this ain't a regular party
Somebody ring an alarm please, might pole-vault to the next stage
I been ahead of the next wave, and the next wave, and the next wave
Labels are playing a guess game, I'll be the king in the chess game
Telling 'em, give me the check, mate
I'm a black man in a white world with a mad flow and a fresh fade
Couldn't see this in an x-ray
Space bars better escape
'Cause I lost hope but kept faith
No games but I get played
Stone's back with a new flow
Dons like where did you go?
Got new smoke, gotta move though
Through the backdoors and the loopholes
Move slow then you lose hope, gotta think fast, never stoop low
Few scars from a few foes, now we move smart never too close
Head in the game, telling them give me the praise
Tables are turning, we getting it burning
They could never sever the flame
Don't want a regular wage
Bruv we will be coming of age
Something to nothing I promise I'm coming I'm setting it up in a blaze
Gluttonous brothers who trotting on me
I'm in a cut with a couple of Gs
I wouldn't bother to borrow the one
Running the shot I just bob and I weave
Never forgetting that nothing is free
I been ahead of the mom in the lead
I was a brother with nothing to see
One of the rappers who got a degree
I'm just a brother with nothing to hide
Ready to get it no matter the heights
Give you a little advice, don't be the one that be living a lie
If you be plotting you better be wise
Never be letting them get in your light
Probably be trying to be killing the vibe
I will endeavor to sever the ties
Spending my hours on keeping the relevance
I was the brother with nothing but eminence
Double the pressure we nothing but elegant
I was a man who believe in development
Hard faith, had to be prevalent
Last place never was evident
Even though I was ahead of them
I was determined to make them irrelevant
Leave them for dead and I come for their regiment
I'll be the king of the residence, put me on letterman
I'm in my element, I was 11 when I was a G
Gimme the mic, running the king
Hungry as ever, nothing to eat
Nothing to something, I body the beat
None of you brothers got nothing on me
Uh, Stone's here
Busker Flow