[Intro]

KIDS

Stay in school

Devilman

[Verse]

Tick-tock, tick-tock

The bell just rung, I guess I’m on the clock

Get in your cluckin' seats, nobody cluckin' talk

Pull out your cluckin' books. Get off my cluckin' *bawk*

Another line I've crossed. Fantastic Mr. Fox

And I ain’t hold the key, but I could pick the lock

And I could eat the sheep, I’d rather lead the flock

I'm trying to round ‘em up, they’re BAA-ing out the door

Ewe ain’t find that funny, this is not your course

Try 1-0-1, this is 4-0-4

Where we come straight for ‘em, show ‘em no remorse, so

When they clap one back, they think they won the war, like

Damn... I’m proud of you, fam

You conquered the king, now you rule all the land

So what’s your big plan now the crown’s in your hands?

Can’t handle the weight? -- Then you best give it back

I’ve wanted this shish, since when you was a lamb

Kebob on the beat, like I’m about to go HAM

Just skewer these kids in the sauce like Diane

So when I say GOAT, you know this shit was planned

The King of the North, this just fell in my lap

John Snow on the flow, with a knife in my back

A queen who’s pure fire, and mad in [REDACTED]

Y’all can drag on without me, I’m taking the black

To a mountainous wall where I keep writing raps

Away from the world, where my thoughts can relax

Where I can know nothing, and ghost my next act

Kit I wish you the best, hope you get back on track

I just swerved off the merge, now my vision’s come back

So sick of this traffic, it’s trapping my ass

It’s bumper-to-bumper from Kipling to Ave

And I’m not getting younger, I need to move fast

So I step on the gas, as I blast off the ramp

One hand on the wheel, I'll just leave it to chance

Just praying I make it, there’s no looking back

And f-f-fuck if it’s bumpy… at least it's my path

There’s too many rats, all fighting for scraps

All act like they made it, that keyword is act

I see ‘em on World Star, just bragging they ass

Then get real quiet... consensus was trash

And that’s not a judgment, I’m just stating facts

You’re going for glory, I gave up on that

I set up my snowball, and pour out some gas

And just stand in my bathroom, just rapping my ass

And shout out to those who gon’ riff on my raffs

I’ll take the engagement, keep taking your jabs

I’ll be in the comments, replying you back

Coulda sent me a verse if you wanted feedback

And you know I’m not joking, DM me a track

I’ll point out what’s sharp, and the bars that fall flat

Apple pencil you in, hit me up at my @

Oh, you got too much pride, then go back to your pad

That wraps up my ad, now it’s on with the show

Bout how I’m a pro, and y’all backs on the ropes

I been throwing elbows like --

That’s the name of the game, and I’m going for broke

But the ones who cast stones just arrived for the show

They stand in the sidelines, to sideline your goals

Admission’ is free for these internet trolls who all

Pelt you with Ls, they all ding on off your phone

But the ones that hurt most are all aimed at your dome

Start thinkin' your slippin’, like soap-on-a-rope

When doubt starts to set in, conditioned by foes

Like am I gonna make it? Man, fuck if I know

Like you barely just got here, how you supposed to blow?

You shot for the moon, there’s a long way to go

So buckle your seatbelt, can’t reap ’til you sow

If you ain’t get creative, there’s no way you’ll grow

[Outro]

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Devilman