Third take, let's get it

[Verse]

My rise from nothingness took me forever and a day

I’m clever and I may, never be more so than today

So let me set it straight the time is ticking getting late

I’m left to stay while yesterday is swept away how can I pay?

For a crime, that has not been committed

Consider faults, and my mind is obnoxiously vivid

Get a spy, in my eyes might you be lost in my vision

With all the rottenness living with prisms optical prisons

All the topics I’m spitting about are solemnly written

Not a partying rhythm and no it’s not for the women

Just a prodigy in college appalled at all of the darkness

Installing the gall to stop it never sorry I’m different

While they spar with their liver I aim for targets and winning

Still as awkward as ever but gaining confidence in him

Between the dominance and calmness is a prominent schism

While nonstop opulent living has made the populace victims

He’s thinking, why run the land? It’s fine if I can’t

It’s hiking nine miles in thigh high piles of sand

So I understand, my upper hand can be squandered

By underhanded circumstances and we ponder

Can we wander any farther from the topic?

Looks around like, yo stand back, I got this

His sockets lock in on the inside of the lids

Time to shine and redefine what violence is

Amass a massacre of masters in rhyming when

He aligns a pen, and writes again

So he fights to win, actin on myosin

As the rhyming begins, there’s a smile on him

‘Cause he dialed it in, popping it off on the hotline, with a hotline

Good luck stopping whenever it’s hip-hop’s time, it’s not dying

Songs flying bonkers, look what I accomplished

Got the confidence once I conquered the monsters

Onward keep it moving, the boss he sees it looming

Reeks of evil doom and cheap perfume and even sewage

It speaks in screeching hoots, with demons screaming "feel the music"

Are you really stupid?

The streaky movements materialize to hitting the Quan

Rapping in nothing but triplets with its infinite spawn

So this is hip hop… down in history gone

I stand and face the great monolith with its blistering brawn

I stand and place my hand to the sky, fingers on my temple

Eyes rolling back in spasms with lingering instrumentals

Voice cracking as the words form a cataclysm the metal

Leviathan topples, then I fall, softer, than a petal