[Intro:K.A.A.N.]
Yes Lord
Yes Lord
It’s knowledge (knowledge)
All praise due to the most high n***a
All praise due to the most high n***a

[Verse 1]
Real shit no lie look, I been up four days straight without sleep
I've seen a life a n***a really wanna lead
Pick up a pen and a pad, I bust my ass to obtain that shit
And I'ma spit the realest fact
Off of the bat like I'm an almanac
A fucking insomniac, hypochondriac writing a rhyme scheme
Living out a pipe dream
The moment the light beams means that the flow has streamed
From the brain of this young rap fiend
I'ma kill it like nobody ever did it
You dig it, I know you feel it, you tripping that’s if you listen but I’m different
Not associated with your opinions
Seperatin' myself from your averages and percentages
Pity plenty of rappers
I’m cockin' back and extracting
The bullet is metamorphic informin' you of the rapture
They capture a simple bastard and place him down in the pasture
A pedicle’s for the passer to pass them off to the coroner
Try to corner the marker, cathartic Catholicism, apparently it's appalling
Averring to your appearance, appearing as the imperial
Prepare the proposition and compare us in a map
It's effecting my opposition, but the money’s a facade
And it's a captivating vision
To capitalize upon the way that other n***as livin'
But the truth is in my sentences
Send it so you can sense that
I’m suicidal as fuck and that's something I’ll never censor
My god
[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my n***as in a position where they can make it
I let my n***as know I got them if they
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my motherfucking n***as know I got them if they ever
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my mother fuckin' n***as know-ow

[Verse 2]
And I feel that I’m getting better
My recipe is exact when attacking an instrumental
Defendin' the fundamentals
I said that I break it down, so I turn it into a science
Defiant never compliant
Confiding in when you find me
Defining the definition of dedication and preparation
On my reputation
My repetition is surreptitious, very vicious when I vandalize
The victim's mind, various visuals
Literal never minimal
Minuscule like a liberal
Live with the unforgettable
Guess it wasn't forgivable
Give in to my profession
Perfectin' what I attest to do
And yes I been the shit
But I thought you bitches already knew
I give a clue and keep it true
But what’s the use?
I’m not given respect
So I be comin' for your motherfuckin neck
Whenever feelin' vexed
It's not about the dollar bill and check, it's that I come correct
My lyrics is interject and I pray my n***as are patient
I promise we up next
God damn
[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my n***as in a position where they can make it
I let my n***as know I got them if they
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my motherfucking n***as know I got them if they ever
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my mother fuckin' n***as know-ow

[Verse 3]
I'm infatuated with death and I don't even understand it
Pedantic with semantics
I'm takin' complete advantage of the point
That you motherfuckers could barely even manage
To manufacture disaster the fact of the matter is
That I manifest and manipulate
What you cannot reciprocate
And Imma regulate what I originate
While you just imitate
Or recreate
And try to emulate as I assimilate, never debate
The flow intimidates
They tell me slow it down, using the water, make it concentrated
That's a thought that I would never put into consideration
Rather make the illest compilation with an observation
That I have a self destruct type of
Human nature in need of a savior
I’m spiralin' in my depression
Regressing as I remember the memories I've repressed
Sitting right up on my chest
Until my confidence compressed
N***a I just wanna rest
And I cannot deal with the stress
Of constantly having less
[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my n***as in a position where they can make it
I let my n***as know I got them if they
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my motherfucking n***as know I got them if they ever
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my mother fuckin' n***as know-ow

[Verse 4]
These n***as love to procrastinate
And proposition women
The problem is promiscuity protruding through your vision
I'm consistent with the effort to never affect my ethics
Immortalizing myself on the record for your impression
Confessin' I got the mind of a manic depressive adolescent
Convalescent conversating contemplating through the lesson
Affecting infectious connections for your conception
I'm blessing what I'm ingesting
Progressing within this section
I been at it for a year and a half and stayin' committed
I swear that I'll never quit it convincing through my convictions
Was the lifted lyricism, a passion for writing poetry
I guess a conscious flow's the reason they never noticed me
Supposedly these n***as be workin'
I really doubt it, they clouded the game with impotence
And nothing new was interesting
It's like selling pussy, prostitute the music industry
And that’s the type of shit that you n***as wanna hear
Seriously?

[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my n***as in a position where they can make it
I let my n***as know I got them if they
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my motherfucking n***as know I got them if they ever
(Need something, need something, need something)
I let my mother fuckin' n***as know-ow