Falak
Sharpie Part 2
(Verse 1)
It's been four years since when I had my premonition (yeah)
Aware of seeing rap Impaired in every definition
Tend to spare you with theatrics so let's skip the exposition
Cause it's 2021 but we're in where? Worse position (facts)
I'm gon talk and you gon listen and that just the way it's gotta be
Exorcism, using beats to free these demons outta me
Feel a lotta hate, routed the ones, undoubtably
Who think they keeping us out the cold, but now we're sour see
It's all about perspective
Talking insight like y'all really deal a message
Feel you always pointed right until you see you less than
Every other rapper who been fighting with a vest and
Investing in the war
This is tennis at its core
I'm the ace of this shit, they can't return what I serve
You got a deuce, I got the same with space I’m airing it first
And my love for y'all is zero straight erased at its worst
Embraced the bass but I'm cursed, damn

(Interlude)

(Verse 2)
My shit thump in your ear you can hear the 808
I'm very late to the year but I’m pumped anyway
I jumped a lot to appear, got a lot I wanna say
These hot flows and throwing stones, but it ain't a spa day (sheesh)
Know I'm very disappointed, was my last song pointless?
Four years passed, game is still disjointed
Out of socket, I'm in a pocket, I plan to unlock it
I'm fucking toxic to the lungs of these rappers who not it (go!)
But keep on nodding, you know it's bopping, I'm out here, I'm jogging
But yet it sound like I'm sprinting, I'm flipping shit on its noggin
Okay, you know that I'm honest and often totally objective
What I detect, time has advanced, rap been infected
And that is reflected by all these dudes who perfected
This way of using a beat and still seeming weak, unimpressive
When album week is selected, they drop exact what's expected
A five or six outta ten and I swear I cannot respect it