I'm a killer with the mic, like I'm Killer Mike
Rip the tides, make way for R.S reign
I've missed the night, it's like Dre possessed my beats
And I got the right and possess the best process to carry his torch to greatness
I'm sort of a lord to best his
latest wave goodbye to all the troubled wannabes
Tryin' me is like flyin' free from a 10,000 meter high
Divin steep, straight into a pot of bitter sweet coffee
Drink with no sugar coating it
Shit, it's amazing I made it this deep into this rap
Shit, ain't no turnin' back, I'm home
Only thing I've been good at comes out the mouth from dome
The road's blocked with these fuckin' traffic cones
With frantic hopes, that's why I keep my circle small
With no crashing trope, it's like Einstein said
E equals MC squared
Everyone multiplies and flocks the MC
Waitin' for the paper when he's paid
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks
Then it's a dilemma whether you want it or not
Like you put your career in a pot and randomly pluck
And with luck, rap was took it
So you put everything into it and it just flopped
Poor bastard wanted to go at him
Kill 'em in cold action
Rip on the mic's spazzin he can't
Cause he was writin' but there was no passion
And there's no rational reason to do rappin'
I'm just sayin' if you ain't equipped for this fuckin' game, don't trip
We like you dude, just don't fuckin' speak on it
And all the hoes, I'm keepin' ya'll on your toes
Don't act like you fuckin' like rap, can't name a trio
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks
And at the stage that we at, it's gettin' kinda sad
Everyone's on the same page, no one's turnin' bad
And no one's doin' something new or innovative
The game's stagnant, it's gettin' boring, listenin' to the same shit
There's diamonds in the rough, sure, a few gems
But I don't wanna dig in the ground to find them
And if mainstream did underdogs, I'd have a mood swing
Come back like a boomerang, just imagine
All the underground artists starvin', top the billboard chartin'
Those at the bottom startin' battlin' to win the pardon of
partake in the radio spots and
Yeah, Chris Webby, he's underrated
Nati, he's doin' numbers what me
Yeah, I'm just vibin' and every time I'm wildin'
Ridin' flawlessly now take a ride in my drive in
What you want, you want multisyllabic rhyming
Why in the fuck you want me with my killer magic timing
Illa earnin' skrilla cause I am hungry for beats like I am J Dilla
This bitch is scarier than thriller
I've been ramblin' on for far too long
But I just wish in 30 years they'll be makin' songs long-gevity,
What really be drivin' me
Clutchin' the game, this is my sign in
to register forever into the hotel as a guest participator, yeah
What's my name
It's R.S and I'm fuckin' comin' back later but it's fuckin' hard when
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks
Everyone wants the paper and the dessert
Everybody wants to win with zero effort
I wish you could, but then just anyone'd have the bag
I and totally collapse and there'd be no reason to have no tracks