HOOK

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Call me Jesus but you won't Eva have ta face my wrath

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Betchu couldn't trace my raps, X2

VERSE 1

Lately haters be tryna talk trash me

When they see me they walk passed me, Won't try harass me, on the net they bash me, but it flies right passed me

They try attack me, and try to attache me, fuck you all couldn't out rap me, may be able to lap me, but will never outlast me, go ahead outcast me, i'll just write another rap sheet

I'm just tryna be so lyrical, daily writing a whole epistle, i'm slowly risen both mental and physical

I'm so cynical, its so typical skills powerful they could tow your vehicle, un-fair they be illegal, but i'm no criminal just so lyrical never illiteral

I'm just a sentimental individual a criminal killin' this instrumental

Spitting these multi-syllable, all these fake new age rappers be talking about life they don't live, damn why won't you keep it legit

Then other artist, may be feelin it, when you submittin hits, talk about real shit, instead of slammin a bitch, and it will be lit people may even try stealin it, cause if its legit, you be killin shit

My skills be overwhelming, they story telling, I be compelling, never rebelling just truth telling

I include helping to any group setting to create a new era for a new setting, new age is all fucked up, it's like bullshit was chucked up, worrying about whose who repping rather then whats actually happening

HOOK

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Call me Jesus but you won't Eva have ta face my wrath

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Betchu couldn't trace my raps, X2

VERSE 2

I'd rather keep it original, then to be a fake committed criminal, that ain't keeping shit real

I ain't tryna hate i'm just saying one mistake acting fake could be your last day and you be too late, to say you was fucking around for the new age rap game

Now back to me, on a black Tuesday my music soon be playing in a club I be like Jack Ruby, haters be tryna step to me like a bad movie, think they be distracting me but their ain't no

Detached duty

My enemies are like half the new age hip hop, ain't shit bout it or them that's real to me, they like my real dad dead to me

In reality I just wanna make a hit song, that fits all not fake shit that hits off, just wanna hear people say that song or his song didn't have a thing wrong, i want it to be considered the song that's a dream song to reach all

My lyrics always come out fire, cause i ain't a liar, I reach higher, prior, to my desire, i create different bars like a device designer, but never need to re-wire, my style, when I write lyrics or freestyle

I'll rap till the day I die, may be a white guy, but I guarantee my lyrics blow your mind, every time, when you hear a new rhyme, I'm tryna get signed, so I have to stay on my grind

I started at the bottom, like literally touched bottom, could go through the dirt like it was mud bottom, Tryna climb up higher but was trapped like it was a stub column, gave up cause never thought I would blossom

Then people would say yo your skills awesome, can't be forgotten, from my experience storytelling lyrics aren't created much often, so yeah people gonna hate and some will gossip, but if you tell the truth and be you you're skills flawless

HOOK

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Call me Jesus but you won't Eva have ta face my wrath

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Betchu couldn't trace my raps, X2

Verse 3

Hip hop is life that's no lie always ready to spit a new rhyme

Like everyday all the damn time

Peoples hated me since junior high

We can't unify just like the state carrying hate to a different race

That's a mistake, shows you're fake, and a piece of trash like a shoe lace

The whole state, is starting to crash like a broken game

It's insane, nice people face pain, cause their race

Thought we all was equal why not treated the same?

HOOK

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Call me Jesus but you won't Eva have ta face my wrath

I be souring through the sky like a hydra spacecraft

Betchu couldn't trace my raps, X2