Instrumental Over Instrumental

Holding a ladder inclining outta my pigeon hole Typecasted auditioning for a different role Out of my comfort zone as well as the box that I'm jacked in Out of this world I moon walk like I'm Michael Jackson Bars reciting setting stages ablaze Off the rhymes that I made, smartphone or a page After it's laid down I claim the crown snatching it off of your melon Better by the letter put words together like spelling Bees, cleverly combined into bars and stanzas Heads or tails, I kill releases like the morning after Pill, from a night of regret Take in an Es joint for a flight you'll never forget The eargasm, the oohs to the sound of my wax Clean out your ear canals cause I'm profound when I rap Never doubled or tripled timed when slaying a mic I don't need to ride that wave just to say that I'm nice Hiphop is in a great place so I'm playing my part I mean fraction not acting, capping ain't a part Of my modus operandi your man got standards In the house when it's time to shine, flows out standing Standing out from the pack no gimmicks attached Tight flows and subject matter, clean image attached Mean with lyrics to match, obscene lyrics detached I'm instrumental to the scene like beats picked when I rap I spit game duke my shit is the truth Microphone phenomenal Interject with intellect Don't grab this mic the shit's too hot I spit game duke my shit is the truth I set the microphone on fire Don't start none, won't be none Don't grab this mic the shit's too hot Too much of anything can make you an addict I got a lot up top, guess I'm an attic A deep thinker spraying thoughts across canvasses Peaks and valleys I'm playing the law of averages Meaning overall I flat line rappers Between the highs and lows I clock my hang time after Like Jordan from the free throw I'm off the hook like a hanger heir to the throne, you plain (Plane) landing like Heathrow Distinguished with the English slanging nouns and verbs Truth Hop at its core that's why my sound's preferred Forever urge my age mates to keep rocking if they got it Skill, hunger and passion is the knot inside our pocket And we got it if you want it, you're confused by the greys Misconception when it comes to the age Stop playing yourself, I'm as instrumental as the beats that I rap on My aura penetrates you like a strap-on (Pause) Had to let the beat drop out Pause for the cause, the last bar made your jaw pop out Applause when I rock out, frauds I make em clock out Show up at show time like I pulled my watch out Tick tick, witness the 2nd coming Of the era you claiming had come and gone end of discussion Es here to render destruction to your minimal potential Sound of my voice is essential over instrumental I spit game duke my shit is the truth Microphone phenomenal Interject with intellect Don't grab this mic My shit is the truth I set the microphone on fire Don't start none, won't be none The shit's too hot