Verse 1:

Where are my lyrical shooters at? Say you can rap, well then prove the fact

Always so adamant that you can handle it but cannot actually rule the track

So let us take you to music class, in school was the only one doing that

‘Part from my boi, yea, my dude would spaz, you should’ve seen what we’d do to tracks

When I was bored or the day was too hard then we’d pick up our thoughts and go to the back

Sit on the floor with acoustic guitar and he’d strum on a chord or he’d choose to tap

And then of course it would spark up a thought and I’d start to record and I’d spew a rap

About all my flaws or why my opponents should jump with a rope and a noose attached

Sorry for being insensitive, rhyme is so intricate, how do I think of it?

Now that I think of it, it ain’t the simplest jotting these lyrics and meanings so implicit

Sentences stressing my mental and venting through pen is just getting so desperate

Delicate just like a petal is, I rose from the ash to spit bullets

At my opponents, I’m back, I’m the coldest, with raps I’mma blow up, I act like the bonus

Detach like a loner to craft all the pro-work, when rapping this vulgar you react like a flatlining soldier

Other words I’m a tactical coder, how I might just break words and put ‘em back on this project

Just like how Batman has showed us, I’m actually known for just spazzing on jokers

Yea, but I’m my biggest critic

Whenever working on a project gotta question if I really did it

I see the vision vivid

But if I said I never doubted anything I ever did then I’d be hypocritic

I keep it ritualistic

I am very routine when it comes to rising early and with scripting lyrics

I need some frickin’ scissors

Cause if the words don’t slice the paper, gotta cut it out the verse like it wasn’t existent

But I ain’t finished, listen, nah I ain’t through with you yet

How you think you’re gonna spit the verse in one full breath?

Gotta learn to put some breaks into the piece because that’s

The only way that you’ll be ready for public performance

And I learnt that from Tech, ‘niques that I ain’t done yet

Least I know what I don’t know cause that’s what fucks with your head

Thinking you’re the best when you ain’t even really start yet

Makes you think that you can rock with us and spit the bullets

Chorus:

All I hear is yada, ain’t no substance, blah blah

The bullets that I have been talking ‘bout ain’t the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Talking ‘bout rapping and wordplay, chopping it up with the burst spray

Man, I feel so alone, everyone wearing Hermes

They rap about catching a check though, all of ‘em got my respect, bro

But I grew up on putting words in patterns to connect, so

All I hear is yada, ain’t no substance, blah blah

The bullets that I have been talking ‘bout ain’t the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Verse 2:

Ink blot two, let me introduce

The flow that feels like the indo blew

Create in the game, a Nintendo crew

Ask the page how I’ll make my print on you

In the car, I’m Aurion like a Timbo loop

I let my tongue go and it did go zoom

And then I go up, there is no spoon

I’m toying over the beat cause I know I’m the microphone king

White noise all when you speak ignoring your speech and I’m hoping

My bois all wanna see my cabinetry with the trophies

Cause like Royce, I wanna leave with about three in the GOAT ring

Everybody saying they’re an up and comer

Even when they got a lot of work undercover

They’re sticking to the name ‘til they’ve done the numbers

When they make it you can see they got a ton of courage

Everybody said Russ had failed in the industry

But he flipped ‘em all around to show what he could really be

When it come to the rhyming and technical ability

I’m the epitome of dedication, on a winning streak

I had some people that I wanted for this one

Godemis was gonna drop atomic on this song

My friend Nemesis would’ve been an honorable pick but

I killed the track alone to show you I’m in front, man, all I hear is

Chorus:

All I hear is yada, ain’t no substance, blah blah

The bullets that I have been talking ‘bout ain’t the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Talking ‘bout rapping and wordplay, chopping it up with the burst spray

Man, I feel so alone, everyone wearing Hermes

They rap about catching a check though, all of ‘em got my respect, bro

But I grew up on putting words in patterns to connect, so

All I hear is yada, ain’t no substance, blah blah

The bullets that I have been talking ‘bout ain’t the ones up in the gun, no, nah nah

Outro:

Yada, blah blah, no, nah nah, nah nah