See i been feeling empirical
Steppin outta the physical self
Been in my element
Until i hit that spiritual realm
So let this be the case
Fact versus fictual
Just picture me the highest of my
Highs
I'm at that pinnacle
So take a nigga serious
Ain't taking no satiricals
I'm writin out these lyrics
So niggas can see that visual
Original
The typical nigga to try and spit a few
Bars super sick
Like that mucus i gotta spit at you
I open up that door
Every now and again i kick a few
I'm wipin' out these haters
I'm prolly gon have to blick a few
Going to the top
I'm on fire thats nba jam
I do it single player
My team members dont play fair
Exes, tell em take care
Colder than the state fair
Bolder when I underline them hypocrites in thin air
I told em I'm the underdog
I operate on straight prayer
Beat it like a drummer
All bass, I don't play snares
Realer than a lotta these niggas
Who gotta fake it
Them pillars and every bar that im settin
They never made it
I'm the greatest and they hate to admit it
That's true statements
I'ma rise from the cracks in the ground
Like loose pavement
On the guys
I be packin it down in two cases
If i take it to the grave
I'ma keep it in two places
My head up on a swivel for niggas with two faces
But i move it slow and steady
Killer at two paces