(Intro)

Yeah it's Little MASE

It's that time of year again

What I got to do this year?

(Hook 1)

You need to to get up in your zone and focus hold shit down for the lo and its notice

Own this contest this time just rhyme don't speak nonsense reach for the moment

Hit them with a quick left then step midwest and let them witness a unique explosion

Increase exposure don't derp around set up goals first round release what your holding

(Verse 1)

I should of took control of the jack o lyric cypher

But was preparing for a party had 2 packs some beer and wisers

I dawned a verbal mask then which I task ya to decypher

It's written like a meme cause once you catch it you'll be mindfucked

If hip hop was a game I'd be a aggravated miner

Working underground no funds around no coal or even iron

No ore to forge a sword nor a store to be a buyer

But these crafted lines from 8 bit blocks of clay could slay a spider

But if this shit was cod your ghost I'd have to play a sinpa

If you camp big Shawn and Tyler from The Masters here would find ya

Catch you camping in a corner throw some flash grenades to blind ya

Never mind cause I don't play games I can't afford to waste the time ta

(Hook 2)

You need to get up in your zone and focus hold shit down for the lo and its notice

Own this contest this time just rhyme don't speak nonsense reach for the moment

Hit em with a quick left then step midwest and let them witness a unique explosion

Increase exposure don't derp around it's the second round go beast on opponents

(Verse 2)

The game to me is work and I'm a active nine to fiva

Bout to grab the axe designed To slash though spines and tackle rhymas

Force the acts in back to step to bat on wax attack and blast the gat

At cats who smash on tracks for laughs as fast as they can find em

The purpose of this verse its not enacting rage inside ya

It's to push the fucking bar up so you have to raise it higha

Cerebral Token PFV Syko Solja ya'll all seem to be

The emcee's in my league to beat for fascinating writes

You've came and conquered contests causing caskets to retire

But how you think you size up to the stacks of names that's brighta

Do you only have a comeback when guys masturbate behind ya

Or will you choose to get in line ta prove whose actually nica

If your new I've gotta tell you to retract in fear of fightas

That are practically perfectionists whose practice makes then tighta

Then some ratchet hoes that go round stashing crack in they vaginas

Take a snort then hit the airport to go catch a plane to china

Which mid atmosphere ignite and ends up crashing in Regina

So they cash out and they catch up with their cash up in a diner

Pouring catch up on their fries you cannot match up to my rise I

Bet you cats still wouldn't catch up if you grasped what my disguise was

Kendrick Lamar - Control