Levels

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz Uh, sitting on this mountain top So high man, I don't even know how to drop Issa vibe when I get the crowd to bop But they don't wanna see your face so get out the shot Man, I doubt you've got What it takes to match me See the microphone is my home, we're basically family And uh, this is my life, there ain't no plan B There's music in my veins and that ain't no cap see I'm... That guy, bussing a fat rhyme When I step up to the mic you know that it's that time And I move so eloquently, ain't no one better than me If you can hear me then I'm fucking up your celibacy Cos I deliver it oh so smooth I'm runnin' shit baby, yeah you better know those tunes See I just wanna hit the stage, hear my name when they're calling out And if you don't believe, lemme show you what I'm talking bout Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz What we tellin' 'em, ey, said what we tellin' 'em? Saying they're sick; but I struggle to find the evidence Dux, the kid man. You're saying you could better him? Come back to reality, you been sniffing too much ketamine Comparing our lyricism is irrelevant Product of hard graft and craft when I'm pennin' 'em A lazy writer, man that's something that I've never been Cos I could spar and out-bar half these veterans You know that its truth, I blow em to bits I've been decapitating riddims, I'm as cold as it gets Got the hunger of a younger and the flow of a king You'd suck a dick, for the lyrics that I throw in the bin Like what the? Good riddance. Flush twice Take no prisoners and kill 'em with such vice Stick 'em in a freezer or a chiller with crushed ice Might slide, if you smile pretty and ask nice Uh. It's ten touching to the ground You think that you're the king? Then Im coming for ya crown They fucking wit' ya bling but they fucking with my sound So I'm loading up the ting, then I cock it back (Pow) Try father me? Shit, that don't bother me none I produce straight heat, yo I've already won You'll get burned if you don't leave me alone on my ones That's what you get, if you gon' fly too close to ya sun Like what the? Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz Go on, sit. Listen for a bit Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz Too much drip. Take a little sip You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz