Ay, let the beat sync in(aaha)

You know what we puttin out( what)

Kalkharebi( alright) lets get it

I know I'm moving like the word scheme of Rakim

But one thing I would never need a fucking Hakim. It’s not actually what you think, I'm talking about the one who heals

I'm just coming out of this box

I need a semi,( nah hand me pen)

Imma take your favourite rapper for a joyride (huh)

I’m just keeping everything straight like I'm just snorting the line

But these fuckers they cross the line

And then they tell me I've lost my mind

I've got the vision likе HOPSIN

Consuming these rappers likе a SIN

Assassinating em without any syndicate

This be a 308, cause I can't take non

Of you mothefuckers on this fuckin plate(non of you)

You fuckers just featherweight

Lemme rate you out like holloway(aaha)

You claim to be the GOATS

Imma sacrifice you for the holidays

I feel like Jiraiya, cause my own ended like pain

Killed me, and made me caled

Now It doesn't matter, cause I upscaled

Thus gained the cups never drained

Kept working on that skill under the shade

The troops sailed

I inhaled a lot of hate

Like you inhaling the paper after a fucking heartbreak

I've seen a lot of shit, I guess I need some TPlain

I'm trynna stay sane, I lost more than I gained

I’m trynna stay in my lane, they want me off the Chain

Just like 2Chainz, propain got vein

Flaming the game, using my name

Defaming it, for their personal gain(yeah?)

Coming in like a Hurricane

Changing things like the endgame

Khan be my surname

Lemme fuck it up again(skrrtttttt)

Coming in like a gunmen

Amen for people who trynna condemn(ah)

Bitches be like karen

Just wanna cause mayhem

With a mad rpm I put you in ppm

And see the show on espn

I need some ambien for my head

And her lips on my head on her bed

Nah, she ain’t my juliet

She is to-let

Let's everyone fiddle

With her like a Beyblade

My pen be like yoru

Mind is itachi

Not from the bennett family

But still can do tricks on you largely

You won’t know what hit you

So don't come in the vicinity, ah

These fuckers aren't even in the scene

So who would I take out the scene

They dream to beef

But they know it's not convenient to lyrically

Compete

I kill your mains, take em out like a campout

Preserve them in a compote like a hot pot

Like a kompot, spat a bar, took your spot

Messed your spirit like josh lambert

You question my art? i spaz out

Don’t fuck w me, this is lyrical BDSM

You might need an ORT

Ain't rapping for no financial support

I'm saved by the one

Who is from the East Coast

To the West, the Ethos

We all know

I lie low

But still my blows they have a long go

Not long ago, i didn't know where this road goes

But now I know, it's just far away from these fucking hoes(haha)

Alright, you want a lingua switch?( Kinda)

Like something different , here you go

Whoh meri fikir nai karte

Par apni mehfil mai zikir kyun karte?

Zillat sai chaha tha? Par uski qadar nai karte

Hum marke bhi ladtay, par jab apne hei paltay

Toh fir gilla kya kartay

Facts

Ye mera lehja hei hatkay

Jo inh rapperun ko patkay

Jo ye kartay, mai chord betha ratkay

Ah, that how it goes

Meri ruh, ruhaniyath sai paray

Ab aazmaishyun sai hei guftagu karey

Ye Sukoon kei talash mai khoon thookna nayi

Riyaayath si baney

Aye yo Kafil, cut the beat