Destiny N Stereo
I run the track by lacing the strings and the bass kicks That's the basics And then wear the loop like bracelets I will forever write thorough And if you were to see how much it grosses out, you might hurl Just shows you how my future's looking brighter I shouldn't be tooken lighter than that welterweight division decision when booking fighters 'Cause I'm as big as the Brooklyn writer from the East Coast As a deceased ghost and here's an increased dose Of that raw exquisite Haven't been down since I came up So I feel I defy The Law of physics And this time I'm containing the plan To drop a jewel on whoever the weakest link on your chain of command I know these lines is up high above your head propelling Y'all hit the mainstream to catch air time something like parasailing I know where you felling, but I don't care and telling I don't spare melons, so on the snare I'm tearing your cerebellum The sound of destiny in stereo The sound of destiny in stereo Yo, rap like he's starvin' Uncivil writer, rap like he marchin' And then sang like he Marvin Not saying that I'm great Just saying that I alienate Myself from competiton like he martian 'Til I'm departing Stay abreast like I'm D. Parton That's how he garden I chop, I chef, nigga, I G Garvin I feel so invigorated, such an inovator Still got nuthin' but love for an imitator Man, y'all makin' daddy so proud Let me put y'all report cards up on my 'frigerator He the truth, ain't a demonstrator If it ain't in them, I will end them So carve intimidators Hot boy, no limitations Moving in money circles, nigga, I'm figure skating It's destiny, bro The sound of destiny in stereo The sound of destiny in stereo We make while we are far from home While my lady's sleeping there alon While I'm inside a studio Or out on the road, doing all these shows Lights low, nice ambience When I die, put me in the pantheon Of niggas who be spittin' like, "What the f*ck your man be on?" I am not the eaverage, I am a man beyond I am a champion A nice steak served over mixed greens topped off with grilled champingnons And you weak niggas, I'm stomping on Been braised, been villified Captain Kirk of the hardship enterprise Where the realest guys would rather serve five-to-ten than work a ten-to-five There's no logic but f*ck it, that's how they feel inside A fuckin' genocide A cold six-foot and a pretty pine box with your friend inside I tried to tell 'em the illusion is not real And you are not ill, nigga, 'cause you stealin' vibes It's your destiny, yo, shit
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