Lyrics
Did you save? I'ma just go ahead and kill this.
I know it might seem like a movie,
but my life is filled with hidden scenes
Used to feel like I had it all, but now I'm missing things
Sweating under the pressure like my head is under the guillotine
Got my feeling anxious like how children seem on Christmas Eve
Seen a lot of trickery, so now my heart is 10 degrees
Sometimes it's hard to separate my allies from my enemies
No matter how close-knit we get, someone's trying to rip the seams
Allergic to these haters, gotta find an antihistamine
Underground forever, 'cause this industry's a big machine
These other rappers disagree, 'cause we come from different leagues
I maintain composure so I'm not falling for the villains' scheme
Seems like they're invincible, but everything that's living bleeds
Rising high above them, I can feel the wind against my wings
Keep my eyes open, it's hard to tell if it's still a dream
Realized my mind can't think as clearly when it's filled with steam
Note to self: No matter where the mission leads
I've gotta keep my heart off my sleeve and my mind off these chicks
Get this dirt off of my shoulders and these haters off my d-
Some say this monster's off his
rocker, 'cause my style is off the Doppler
Blow the top off these imposters, knock the starters off your roster
Yea my flow's off the chain, but y'all knew that off the bat
I'ma knock the dust up off this mic and get my issue off this track
Pop the top off this bottle, take my attention off this stress
And everything that's on my mind, I'm 'bout to get it off my chest
Music is a dying nation, blink, another life's erased and
Some of us stand and fight, while others take it lying and waiting
The enemy is you mcs out here lying and faking
You think my words are brewed from envy? (Ha) You're quite mistaken
Feel like a lion pacing, searching, trying to find the patience
Ready to turn you bubble gum rappers into trauma patients
Contemplating if the shine you're
chasing's worth the price you're paying
And tell me if what you decide is
changing when it's Christ you're facing
You're out your mind,
you think that I'm debating whether or not to sign with Satan (Nope)
These wannabe rhymers saying I'm just hating
I can paint 1,000 lines to make them see the light, but later on
I'd realize all the time I'm shaving trying to save them
Sometimes my hate for radio makes me plot a crime
To take the DJs, and hold them hostage 'til they design the station
Me, D-Beast and Crisis, we define amazing
You disagree, you're either blind or wasted
I've gotta keep my heart off my sleeve and my mind off these chicks
Get this dirt off of my shoulders and these haters off my d-
Some say this monster's off his
rocker, 'cause my style is off the Doppler
Blow the top off these imposters, knock the starters off your roster
Yea my flow's off the chain, but y'all knew that off the bat
I'ma knock the dust up off this mic and get my issue off this track
Pop the top off this bottle, take my attention off this stress
And everything that's on my mind, I'm 'bout to get it off my chest