[Verse 1]

Since 96’, I’ve been destined to do this

Spitting flows and ripping shows

And leaving crowds clueless

Feels like I’m working more than two jobs, Julius

The work I put in to this game so serious, it’s obvious

Hoping that these flows gon retire me

Hoping that these folks gon admire me

Like I was the messiah

And I got what is acquired

Critics they predicted me wrong, fuckin Mayans

I be putting in that work

Put my heart and soul in it to see if it will work

Intellectual with the flow, your shit is too fundamental

Laid out, I keep the cerebral at a celestial level

Filthy style, flow like the air or some waves bro

You see the fire in my eyes? yeah that’s elemental

Slicing through them niggas, I’m the illest call me kimbo

Shook you niggas when I kick in the do, no biggie tho

Now back to you, thinking you bout to shook the game

When in reality nigga, you wanna become a new wayne, hey

I don't wanna drop you off, you out here pushing a rental man, sup with all that flossing, quit that

Spit raps, lay down the click clack

Pick up your notepad, write some with substance if you don't want combat

Yeah that's what we all need

Deeper in these flows so I can educate the team

Tryna bake up my dough and decorate with cream

You think have the master scheme to grasp your fuckin dream

Harder than it seems, harder to achieve

Trying to elevate the game without rhyming bout the cheese or the bling

Cuz the deeper you are, the more far away are you from being king

A fake nigga I’ll have to guillotine him

Shit is too easy, it’s not about the perseverance

They crapping about materialistics over life experiences

You see niggas is starting to misplaced it

Cuz em niggas be bad for the environment like carbon dioxide

But I absorb that and transform that

Switch the format to something more adequate, we call dat, O

O, that's what they all said and laughed

But them haters got their mouth covered by my wingspan

Embarking on this journey, no titanic man

So I'm finally setting sail and to the stars is where I aim

[Interlude]

To the stars is where I aim

To the stars is where I aim

See, when I put the words on the track

I make em sure it’s all coming from the heart man

It’s that straight realness

History in the remaking

[Verse 2]

No time for kickin back

It’s about kickin raps, making reasonable tracks so I can count a few stacks

Keep my personality intact, so I won't drown in the masses of sheep ash

Another term for, rehashed brain trash

Followers, all I see is followers

Slowly losing my tolerance

To all these fuckin followers

Went from bein' leaders, to moshpit infront of the most shit puppet

Baloney speaking muppets, you ain't serving no comfort

The only thing you remind me off, is a washing liquid

Makes me sick to see how your colors are so vivid

To see you gathering it from them with non-conscience

And admitting it to people in a way so obnoxious

So I'm starting it by taking it back the roots

For my younger recruits

Not after the loot determined by the currency

Urgency for the clarity now

Faithfully putting a warranty tag

Disappoint a nigga you’re permanently banned

And probably you will get body bagged

Amplify this and let the word be bond

Striving up the tower, in this game I'm king Kong

And beyond that, I go beyond rap

Got a whole city on my back, word