What's the occasion?
Manipulating dark matter in my spaceship
Orbiting the furthest star you can see with the eye when it's naked
Tracing ancient languages
Not Egyptian or Messopotamian
Ones they hid from you for ages
I'm an underground rapper but I made it out the basement
These days I stayed the same
But at the same time sh**'s changing
That's alternate realities within my reality..
I'm back in that basement
In the garage got gas in the generator
These tabloids and publications ga**ing up that fake sh**
Til I zip 'em up and send 'em on an infinite vacation
I'm a method actor, acting out of character
Accurate penmanship shattering your bars placement
Categorize my rhymes one at a time
You ain't f**ing with mines, take it like a mirror, face it
The words I burn into the journal are eternal
You get 8 sideways, kid
I'm a deadly a**ailant, you're an edible arrangement
I spent days at the range prepping for this engagement
Like a wedding planner, now I'm ready for the game
I bang ya head into the pavement
Stain it red, you not ready for the danger...
Place your wagers
Battle you at the face off
Rattle you, rip your face off...
Now you faceless like Jaqen H'ghar
You lack motivation
I'ma push you toward innovation
Use your imagination when you're creating
Peddling, persuading, they selling us that fake sh**
And telling us it's greatness
For the past few generations we been
Steadily disintegrating
They ripping the soul from hip-hop's rib cages
And sticking us in cages
With felonies and pages
It's outrageous...
Once you hear that boom you in a box
Give a f** if it's outdated
The sound's crazy, don't downplay it
I thank the originators
For making sure the roads paved
And giving us a lane for what we're saying
It's all amazing
Keep your eyes on the road but
Don't forget where you came from
You wouldn't be rapping without your inspirations
That's the information, I'm out