[intro]

There are those who climb, and those who are born. Stay away from those who are born at the top, but those who successfully climb and have slain, are a much greater foe then those

[hook]

No matter how many things ive done, it seems like its just never enough

Step with no concern to outcomes, every wall in my path gets crushed

Won't stop till im dead or done, even if you run, you can't catch up

Try to take a shot if you want, power me up, adrenaline rush

[Verse]

The wall could reach up, grabbing the sky

I could nosedive until the end of time

While others waste time getting high

I focus on my blistering climb

I love my craft, but do you?

How do you fight Cthulhu?

Do you know how I view you?

If I wanted, I still can't come to you

That’s a diss and a homage

For those sitting in the back who are Amish

I’m entendre, god amongst fish

All you swim in the same direction

Make it easy to cast a net

And you believe I won't fasten it?

I dashed ahead when disaster hits

Never plastered past sunsets

No cash beds, or any phantom jets

Im dyslexic, with no cassettes

Even assassinated the alphabet

That’s what makes me the fucking best

The fact that I rap

Misreading every word I said

And yet never mumbled or spit some crap

The game is too damn cramped

For the gaps in skill to be this vast

Ive crossed oceans while others can’t read the map

[hook]

No matter how many things ive done, it seems like its just never enough

Step with no concern to outcomes, every wall in my path gets crushed

Won't stop till im dead or done, even if you run, you can't catch up

Try to take a shot if you want, power me up, adrenaline rush

[Verse]

No matter my field, I never get filled

Program to rap, Cows still get killed

I’m the end boss, who’s covered in moss

Napping on rocks, look for me but get lost

I stay at the top, I do as I please

Don’t beg me to stop, I can’t hear your pleas

My floor is your roof, my scraps are your dish

Your flies on fruit, tryna snatch my shit

Can’t tell the difference?

I exist

His standards are incoming

With blood-stained banners

Insane mass herds

Of mind-numbing bastards

Leveled by rash words

I mastered, past hurts

Backwards chapters

Are thriving pastures

If I see tractors

Or extractors

From class girls

Or hungry hamsters

I promise the last words

Won’t come to matter

[hook]

No matter how many things ive done, it seems like its just never enough

Step with no concern to outcomes, every wall in my path gets crushed

Won't stop till im dead or done, even if you run, you can't catch up

Try to take a shot if you want, power me up, adrenaline rush