[Hook]
Mind racing, feeling hella elevated
I'm chasing all my goals
And I don’t plan to fucking slow down
Imma let 'em know now, Imma let 'em all know (know, know, know)
Mind racing, feeling hella elevated
I’m chasing all my goals
And I don't plan to fucking slow down
Imma let 'em know now, Imma let 'em all know (know, know, know)

[Verse 1: Artisan]
Now I'm back at it
I'm a rap addict
Imma kill it without feeling
Then I put it in a hearse
You can't do it like I did it
I can do it with a verse
I do this with every single beat that I traverse
I rehearse in the mirror, till my visions fucking clearer
Gotta give 'em redicoulous lines
Feel the rhythm and kill ’em with meticoulous rhymes
Man I swear to god everybody plotting for the profit
Grab a beat, and I beat on it
Gotta keep this shit melodic, spit it ill
You know it’s real, but I'm only just a novice
Practice with the pen and paper while you smoking on the pen with vapor
Yeah this shit is second nature
People try to tell me I’m insane in the game
But all I tell 'em that I'm just another player
On my way up the stairs, better known as the grind
But If you think about the way we see the way to heaven

[Hook]
Mind racing, feeling hella elevated
I'm chasing all my goals
And I don’t plan to fucking slow down
Imma let 'em know now, Imma let 'em all know (know, know, know)
Mind racing, feeling hella elevated
I'm chasing all my goals
And I don't plan to fucking slow down
Imma let 'em know now, Imma let 'em all know (know, know, know)

[Verse 2: Artisan]
I can feel it in my head
I can feel it in my mind
Every day until I'm dead
I'll be right here on the grind
There will never be a day
Where I'll let me self die
Cause there's no fucking grave
That can hold me inside
I'm feeling pyschotic
But at least I'm not an alchoholic
Doing drugs, or selling narcotics
I get out of bed, to sit at my desk
Spit out of my mind, and give it my best
But I can't stop feeling like nothing is really working
Every day is a quest for purpose and I won't stop searching
When I'm at the mic, I gotta feel like I'm the best
Just to feel some motivation, so I never give em less
I wanna do it different, but It's hard to under stress
This game is like a bomb that won't stop ticking
Gotta take your time and do it slow if you wanna keep on living

[Verse 3: The Wordshipper]
Tryna get it like me, but they ain't me
Taking all these shots like an arrow to the knee
But I couldn't give a fuck, cause I'm out of stock in my psyche
Yes I'm coming to kill this shit, it's a breeze
But the breeze ain't Flowing like me
Word to Mac Miller
I'm a mothafuckin' killa, like a couple of my homies
Growing up, moving blocks of vanilla on the street
Wanted better for me, cause all I got was mistreat
Now I'm coming to defeat whack rappers that think they elite
Think they elite? Think they elite?
Hah, well, press the delete, said press the delete key
This hill that I'm climbing is steep
Ima dig every grave six feet deep
Yes I'm coming for the throats of my enemies, this my destiny, assessing those addressing me like a Salad possessing me, suppressing me, yeah! (Wordship)

[Outro: The Wordshipper]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!