[Verse 1: MKL]
Yeah, this is one to my enemies
While I'm sitting up late, drinking that hennesey
If you want this lack of tension, then there better be
'Cause it's only bloodshed that leads to redder seas, period
Don't take this serious
I'm only here for cereal
Break fast it's crunch time, my vision imperial
Think fast I'm only fourteen ain't even prime yet
I'm still thinking of lines that ISIS could've used for bomb threats
And nothing is stopping me, in my conquest
'Cause rappers today weak, man I'm just being honest
Not too many people know the caliber
There's difference in blowing minds
And splitting melons, like Gallagher
This ain't Galaga homie, coming after the cameras
And I ain't letting up until I'm running out of stamina
My vision clear, widescreen panoramina
Hop in fellow travelers, come and check the parameter
Went from Chance the Rapper to having a chance with rapping
Now I'm like Acid Rap, and I ain't done 'till I'm attacking
Don't need Louis Vuitton, or Gucci shades on
'Cause when I'm on the mic it's game on, flame on sun
And I'm just having fun with this
The day I make a job of this is when I have no fun with this
So ignorance is bliss in the sick offense of this business
I'm not selling out I ain't tryna' become as dumb as this
Just meditate become one with this
[Verse 2: MKL]
Said everyday I get up and wonder what's come to this?
The flavor's gone, rappers salty man I'm numb of it
I'm making a proposition my vision is of dismissing
My visions get b**hes wetter than some wishing wells
We wish 'em well
And when I step up to the mic you know I give them hell
I keep my composure through other rappers' kiss and tell
It's 87 but bars cold as a polar vortex
You better bundle up if you arrive at ego's doorstep
Grab the forceps, dissect rappers tight as corsets
They asking me if I work hard?
Of course yes
This isn't stopping 'till the day that I'm victorious
I'm sick and tired of being secret, like Victoria
I be rapping stories until I wrap this story up
Looking for euphoria through the eyes of my cornea
Never devilled in d**, or dabbled in the discipline
I just do this for love, and to make sure that you're listening
When I envision gold bars, they ain't so physical
My currency's the verbal the money is still invisible
Once I get up to the level I would've risen to
Is when the heart comes and rips this beat apart
Intravenously injected in records like sleeper darts
These rappers hibernate but I'm in the studio, seizing dark
The night's falling, waiting here like a still painting
Tryna' keep my mind clear, but it's still raining