Hyperaptive - High lyrics

Verse 1: The fans are like “where you been at?” I've been in the lab planning cla**ics man relax Cooking beats and bars to put my name on the map Like I was doing for years before anyone even gave a crap! Now every time I rap It's a full throttle-banger Couldn't be my equal even if you was my doppelgänger Nice guy in life but on the mic I drop-all-manners Man I'm pissing on these rappers 'til I've emptied out my bladder All I'm hearing is blabber Tracks with no-variety That's why I wrote-maniacally 'Til I built my notoriety Still addicted to this game I've never known-sobriety My psychiatry's What keeps me safe to roam-society! Been advancing every tick-of-the-clock Now I'm bringing the kind of heat that made Icarus-drop f** a door to the industry I'm picking-the-locks And dashing a grenade inside man I'm sick-of-the-lot... Hook: They already know k**ing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow In this for the art, could give a f** if I blow ‘Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow And it's just gonna keep spreading 'til the day I die Ain't a damn limit, that I won't defy Still fully addicted to my medicine supply If you think I'm gonna quit now man you must be high... Verse 2: I spit like a genius Magical-as-a-genie-is Radical-as-Houdini-is Tragical-and-just-tedious That's what your CD-is Mechanical-as-the-media's List of fake rappers talking greeziest See I'm just a simple rapper with pipe-dreams Of one day having the opportunity to ignite-streams Of Gasoline Over the p**y rappers on my-screen Hear them scream And watch them burn as the light-gleams! I've been a mic-fiend Since back in 01 as a kid with a pad and a pen-in-my-grasp Addicted to k**ing the beats and the rhymes, to get an adrenaline-blast A sk** that I'd only go on to refine, always developing-fast Ignoring the haters and people who said I would never excel-in-my-craft The nerve-of-the-c*nts Used to chat behind my back, now they're serving-me-lunch! Ain't a f**ing rapper here that I won't verbally-crunch And when I said I was here to the end it was never hyperbole-once… [Hook] Verse 3: This ain't checkers this is chess That's why I stay 20 steps Ahead of the rest So while your sh**ty tunes'll be here a year at best I'll still be remembered eons after I'm gone in the flesh The sk** that I possess Ain't something I need to validate Soon as I touch a mic these motherf**ers salivate If your top 10 rapper list ain't where you allocate Me, then that's a list you need to f**ing recalibrate! I'll show you what it means to start-from-the-bottom Coming from the streets of London where it's dark-and-it's-rotten Another broke mum, another fatherless-tot-and I've come a long way now, but I've far-from-forgotten All the memories, the pain-and-the-stress With music as my only real way-to-express Never took a rest Stayed chained-to-the-desk And I'll be here still as obsessed 'Til the day I meet the angel-of-d**h… [Hook]