Let the music talk

[Hook] x4

Hands up to the sky. Can you feel the vibe tonight

Inspired for life, exciting times Long, live, love your life

[Verse 1]

Sunday morn and they’re desperate for more

Message me obsessively for

A new song to prolong or cause more gore

String along four words like a violin

Wiring of my mind has people writhin’

They’re on the floor like I’m called Mike Tyson

Identical twin but I’m rhyming tight thin

High like a kite and I’m firing prick pins

Raps I am king, you are kicked with the shin

Equipped with a win, syllables within

A cheer for him, he stings and kills with a pen

Bring drizzy and yeezy to has beens

Eat them easy munchies - canteen

Sweeter than honey, got the scene on a crutch see

Cut ‘em up like my notes, no no the money

Every single artery, every other carter g

Mastered the art then I doubled the time

Internal like rhymes but I’m not on the grime

Fast like that slime, never selling the dimes

Refine and obtain them through a good grind

Never on time, but I’m always on time

They’re surprised at my shine, they think I’m divine

Barely on standby a supreme delight

Way past space I am far more than fly

Your verse is replaced, I escaped and erased

Went on an adventure couldn’t settle down blazed

Revenge and a lecture for all the wenches

Jaws clench together like MD pow

Paint a picture like HD wow

31st century sentences

Thirst for emerge coerced by the charts

Fucked up my spark fucked up my heart

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Travelling through, the sickest prose

Quickest of rappers I compose and depose

Santa with some presents, The presence is a blessing

As I move through the present let the event commence

Sterile dreadful rhymes are never really ever helpful

Flowing speed rapid indeed like the devil on a pretzel

Glowing flow along the whole thing like an angel

Wowed by the crowd sing along loud like a great white

Light inside the soul flowing sound to the crowd

Speed of light, brighter than the brightest sunlight out of site

I feel it’s right the time is now look to the sky tonight

Hyper rhyme, I’m the scribe and I’ve got the vibe alright

England, sleep tight, next time try to get the voting right

Great britatin unite, ingnite and fight the mites hold on tight

Despite the slight we’re in flight alright invite and then preside

They love the vibe even though I’m whiter than some rice

Establish, manage, dismantle a huge crowd

Imagine a powerful organic new sound

Tick tock told you my time is approaching

Rolex rolling you should know and be voting

Warned you of the possibilities with force

All my thoughts and fingers sore like a flautist

Your morits also the moment I record this

Mouth in every orifice, awed at the knowledge

Just an induction others crush to concussion

What's up with you trying to be Wolfgang

Born sinner back to paint a picture again

They scorn then they wither, or disappear to

The graves and their ear cheers

When they hear that James Vane he is still right here

Transfigure listeners don’t interfere with us

Spread the news like chinese whispers

[Hook] (x4)

[x4]

Live your life never be denied

Love your friends never be unkind

Brush your enemies aside all times

Feel the rush and enjoy the rhyme

[Verse 3]

This verse will be remembered

Backstabbers eminate from every pew

Little bitches bickering behind my skin

It begins with skinny little vixens bring back the sins of the kids

Pick them up with a pickup truck

Crush them all with a tun of mud

Fasting on love, fast on the love, star on the cusp of success

But little trust Cussing to mutterers told you thus

Friends support less, tar rests on the tongue carcinogens

Can’t dissipate, it’s too late

1 minute left to save my life

1 minute left to speed up the time

The time has begun it’s my key announcement

I can feel the suspense for the near pronouncement

I will be the sound of our adolescence

I will stick around you can bet on my presence

Rebuttal the labels save the articles

Subtle minimalist, don’t tarnish the artist

Surpass the carters I promise you this

Not modest, least you know that I’m flawless

Never forgotten like Christopher Wallace

Rocket in profit, skin isn’t chocolate

They mock, but it’s time to clean out my closet

Jay Rock, but I’ll destroy all four

Coming through the corridor ignoring the law

So from here on in you all applaud

The moments so close I can hear the applause

Awards in my arms and glory galore

Records of records of records and more

Story in forbes, all off of the words

Soul is sold just to get the encore

Will I conquer it all or squander the sophomore

Poetic thoughts and somber words

Expressed in the song with the speed of a conchord

Auditory jaw, never pause for the thoughts

I’ll drop the beat, deplete and delete

Bleeding from trees smoke to be pleased

Dream to be seen on the o2 arena

A million people and other releases

To be with the gods that we know like yeezus