[Verse 1]


I spit hail to brain cells
Like rain fell cept I aim well
So my cells are inhaled



And I can tell hell to chill

And if I feel the need to extend my sales I will
I seen my

dreams
turn to

nightmares

Tried to fight life right
But life, it don't fight fair
You bare burdens
Just to burn in the sun
Now They're

in the money
,
And we're number #1
Saddening that-that means
Beans and a hill of em'
Even when you killin em'
Billboard fillin' em'
With the minimum of hits
That you can run with
You feeling higher than the sun-sits
And you come get your pay-check geeking
Thinking you'll won't make less than a mil
Cause you did a mill in a weekend
So please don't kill the messenga'
But these rappers are actors, and dress up thugs
Stand up comedians, standing in the median
Doing just enough to be standard in the media
Stereotypes, feed off stereohype
And they don't care if you nice


"we just want something that gets the club up and hyped"

Thats what they say now-a-days


But the way that I blaze
I'll be trapped in a cage
When the pen maps this place

And they don't appreciate


My whine for it's age

Combined with my stage presence
I designed each line to unblind the crowd thats in my lesson
Clouded by the essence of the lies like stenches I arrive as a scribe
To inspire the unmentioned
Rhyme with a message, that's my M.O
I say, as I arrive in my limo
Yo, demo tape rappers couldn't match the mix
You spit content it's nonsense, master it
[HOOK]
And I'm

Reptar

To all you n***a's that's rap stars
How you ganna' act hard without a

trap card
?
Say you ain't jelly but you act jarred
It's a

dark world
Ask the God from Asgard


[Verse 2]
I Am the...
The Cream of the crop


A Beatle to rock



A needle to shots



Medievil as the people who weezle and plot


A son of a god,

run in front mobs

Under the cobs


Webbin like a weapon

Collected the

nods

Heading over to the 7 or eleven is odd
I never did pry
Whenever I was in an endeavor of mine
Cleverest lines, edited why?
They never declined
My Every essence is measured in primes


Accredited by reverence in the presence of eyes

A peasant am I?
Is a reference to evidence supplied?
I'm living a life not giving a

fee

Or fly a piece of mind
Until I get a piece of mine
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[Verse 3]
Which half of

half-breed

Is the catastrophe
Having

atrophy
is actually
The reason I take rap so passionately
And masterfully in that capacity
These fig newtons couldn't grasp the gravity
I Match degrees with

master thieves



The blasphemy of hatching these Conspiracies

Thats the reason that
I'll never be the last to leap
They ask of me the last to sleep
If I've had a nap in the last of weeks
Nah, n***a, catch I keep
Early bird n***a's never the last to eat

My Homie blast that beat...

[Hook]