Authentic

Turn up the interface, spin the blades I'm tryna win the race, warm up from pen to page Spit some game to screw up the listeners face Innovate some sicker ways to kill a break Analyse this alphabet soup on your dinner plate I'm bound to let loose with a bit of rage I'm around Lex Luth mixed with a bit of cage But with brown hair and my vision really isn't great Public expectations are less important than personal expression Radio hits are as fake as it gets but writing for yourself is like watching a knife hurtle towards depression I'm a condescending conscious henchman, with the comprehension of a proper penman My quill, I've got it strengthened With the wisdom of gods and watchful blessed ones I don't care about your watch or necklace lumps just watch what's next to come Once bitten but twice shy Was once smitten a nice guy, now I love spittin and write rhymes I hunt millions under this night sky so forgive me if I'm done listening to your white lies I refuse to be conditioned to listen to him riffing about his Patek so excuse me If there's disconnect like WiFi This the effect of nine lives, I refuse to give up like you aired my high five I'm superfluous, with these words and each verb I'm too merciless Concerned hyper fixation on line integration Never carried a nine on my waist I just write till it breaks I like bars that fit straight and ideas don't get taken If lines do get taken I'll fry you like bacon, I'm different like pagans Acting normal like Bateman when I'm really an alien Living life patient, this is my killing mics statement give me my payment Each piece of me connects I leave seeds of grief but yet I never seem to receive the respect I fiend to collect I perceive regret as if it's a need to prevent So you don't leave yourself in cement When people look at me they'll see I'm everything they couldn't be Make them shook of me, when they think about dropping they'll imagine what my book carries Opening doors like a poltergeist when I hold a mic Patrol at night with my scroll and write Until my swollen mic couldn't hold my rhymes Ignorant production but I pen this shit with gumption When I get in with the funding I'll be the best to ever touch it My first song was to get the ball rolling but I fucked up, left the door open It kept going, smashed through the threshold Now I'm the best before golden and I'll say with chest that My next flows are getting more potent Now the rest are all choking, look at their faces they need their jaw closing I'm too clever for my own good you couldn't digest the food peppered in my notebook Latex gloves on when I write because what I letter is so profound I feel like I was chosen to own the crown These are glass cabinet artifacts, rhyme wizard starter pack Herts housing harmless acts written in nice winter on parchment pads My pen lid lifts when I think of a single rhythm Your next of kin's rich when there's a twinkle in my squinting Acidic liquid is what I spit at musical victims My shit is authentic that's why I don't riff about dealing and drillings