[Verse 1]
Man
cll you rappers food to me
Old heads steady schooling me
Nobody ruling me
Da Wizard take it to the 9th degree
Don't ask me for a feature on your song
Not a lot of people can deal with a live bomb
Not a timer nor a button starts verbal destruction
Not unless we talking bout the one that keep the beat playing
I treat the instrumental like my worse enemy
Nonbelievers confirm it's death at the cemetery
You feeling disrespected overshadowed and forgotten
Pass me a ripe fruit and Ill be sure to turn it rotten
Steady plotting and jotting notes
Living hella broke hit the tote exhale smoke
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Why at random points in time do lyrics pop in my brain
The instant the drums kick something inside clicks
Traveling within my wind while hitting the pavement
Headphones on look straight ahead
Free flowing til I'm dead
Tryna make the hardest shit ever heard or ever read
c million beats have invaded my head
Was crafting with some lead now it's digital instead
Thank my parents cause I was born around the perfect time
To still enter The Matrix in 1999
Girl told me 25 tracks is way too much
cn album that long man it gotta be the deluxe
Nonsense all 25 bouta get benched
Now sit back and watch me devour em and then rinse
Black power is what I promote
Til Im choked chained and roped
Cause of slang and quotes
Not a preacher but a believer
Over 400 years of serving deceivers
I think it's time for a change with both hands I grab the game from the master and bring it back to the people again

[Bridge]
Da Wizard making anthems for the fun of it
Lot of y'all rappers are desperate to stay relevant
Can't meet the quota with your cup running over
Blew studio funds on woman and orange soda
Listen to yoda
Do or do not there is no try
Used to be sky high now it's back to five guys
I wonder why
My fellow guy start to mold
While I'm underground bringing diamonds silver and gold

[Verse 2]
Back on my high shit
Feeing like a tyrant
People talking shit
I calmly hand em a breath mint
I'd rather die than be homeless
Work down to the bone and after that til I'm boneless
I need a bonus hell
How bout a mother fucking pay raise
When every single day I go beyond my pay grade
Shit sometimes I wish I could care less
Cause you half brain bitches live with no stress
Not a single thought
Your brain is a white void
Plug a speaker in your ear and all we'll hear is white noise
You lack creativity and the imagination
To create vivid pieces that critics would call amazing
You waiting for inspiration
Well here I am
Can't get it yourself so you rip off the next man
You been sprinting for years
I caught up merely jogging
I live like ninja
cnd you be steady blogging
Okay let's do an experiment
We'll fill a shot glass with our life experience
Trade em make a toast to our distant past
Chug em and see who's stomach can truly last
You need to your pay your writers more
Your whole verse had me snoring
People cover they ears while you fucking recording
Y'all brothers love gold plated nooses
You's a nuisance in da eyes of the real
cn entertainer where stereotypes are filled
Under cover coon selling slaves for penthouse rooms
Your doomed in the eyes of the Lord
Shinobis bred and then killed by the sword
cll for self
all for wealth
Witches scratching at the belt tryna pull off yours pelts
For the life essence they've never felt
Won't give ‘em my soul
Keep that rather than gold
This Da cnthem as the world unfolds