(Prod. by Reference)

(Verse 1)

Tell you straight as this, it's

Prosody, feindin' to hit the spot in the raps

Like an injection is forcing your heart to pump corrosively

Like you're an animal, I'm an animal cursing Artemis

Wearing a cloth on my eyes so I could only see the darknesses

A bargain was struck like I hit it's head on the bar I've placed

And don't bother ducking cuz you haven't got a chance to raise it

My newspaper says that modern rap is superficial

But the vibes so strong that it's still a souled out issue

Blow, I rarely miss you

You been gone for so long the absence no longer fonder

It's 360'd back into dismissal

You're one of them girly men up on ellipticals

Because you think being a girl will stop her being menstrual

I see many men struggle, many many many

Try to get the money and a girl but they're too petty to make a Penny

Im'ma lay it down too heavy; it really is a deadlift

So much weight in the game, but the key is that it's dead

(Hook)

Yeah, I don't let it phaze me no-no

A dead man's watch still telling me to go, so

I know, the skeleton inside of me

It's bringing all the rhymes from me, and Im'ma let him x2

(Verse 2)

Blow, blacker the heart that don’t show too much on the skin surface

I ain’t on ciggys but I got a smokers cough from my grim purpose

Earnestly writing all this down so when I’m taken down

I’ve said all I can and I can let go of it all into eternity

Is it just a turn of speech, lyrically I’m the best a friend

Was telling me to back it up and fall into the net again

Look, in the same manner that a crazy bitch spells equestrian

You’re a coward like a pair of pigtails spells a lesbian

I’m ditcher and graver than a cold face at a tombstone

Still digging my own enclosure for the sake of who I have known

You got a diaper rash around your mouth

Brow rings and chillies to be hot but now the fire’s out

Don’t get it twisted as half of these men’s skinny jeans

I appreciate the warmth of the bass when I have my dreams

But nowadays I don’t sleep see the night is too bright for

One who shuns the light, but I still fight in it despite all this

Your rhymes almost broken; pathetic wooden like oaken

I’m the last of the Antakarinja folk I’d never open

Up like slot in this machine the token getting stuck

I’d say what I want but for this I can’t say (fuck)

(Hook)

Yeah, I don't let it phaze me no-no

A dead man's watch still telling me to go, so

I know, the skeleton inside of me

It's bringing all the rhymes from me, and Im'ma let him x2

(Verse 3)

Im’ma let it out, I’m upper in the pecking order musically

But altruistically I’ve let my cash burn out into blue flame mystically

A hero like Thermistaklis, I’m peeping from the mist or trees

Cuz my style ain’t nothing that’s been seen in all the histories

All the different versions of it leave me choking to endorse

Now I’m galloping, mane rapping till my throat gets hoarse

Yeah, watchu got, I’m growing up you growing ovaries

With you lesser men you can't compete with prosody

It’s prosody, yeah man…

Don't expect no pulled punches

This is just the beginning