Oct 2018
No I didn't copy Lil Wayne\
**** that ***** I'll beat his *** with a cane\
You'd have to be insane to copy lines from a guy that gets his tips from Justin Bieberο»Ώ\
When I can easily burn threw his rhymes like a wild fever\
Yes you could say I'm his lyrical reaper\
Putting his lines to rest\
My voice cold like death\
With lyrics more addicting than ****\
Taking your breath along with your fame\
No we're not the same\
Transmuting what I want to what I need\
Yea just call me greed\
Killing fakes is my creed\
Original and authentic are my rhymes\
Hot and sweet are these lines\
When they flow through the air like a coke fueled storm making this chill beat change form into what you'll remember as the hottest thing born\
So **** the sun\
Like the moon I'ma light up this night taking all the fakes out of sight with every word i write\
Blessed and divine by the gods I might be when I'm writing as one of the best\
Singled out from the rest\
Yes I'm always wearing my vest never knowing when I could be given another test\
My name being screamed from the east to the west until I'm put under arrest for starting the movement that put aspiring lyricist out of the game and onto the streets\
While their fans wait to take their seats at my shows consumed by these hypnotic flows emanating from the words I sew into these lines\
The very root to the rhymes that's got you ignoring all the obvious signs\
Screaming it's your time to become number two making room for the new that is me
Everything you was could and wish to be\
So take a knee and pass the crown\
I'm taking control of the town\
Your name and style soon to drown\
Where it goes no one knows\
The pink mist never shows and quiet are the crows\
Reminders of the lives I took here's my attack\
Because if it's skill you think I lack\
Wait until I turn the key letting out the thing I've caged inside this shell I call my mind\
Then you will find that I've become insane unable to hold back all I've come to gain\
And like the rain I'll enclose all those below me in pain\
Unveiling the nightmare created within the hate that fuels the desire to control my fate\
And before it's to late\
Maybe take my hand and see what I want to aspire to become when some become none\
Nine lines unable to be undone ending this before it had begun\
And to call me number one would be a misnomer\
Their memories are over\
Giving me pride in the label I'm given\
These three words setting me free\
So remember when you look at my shrine\
I'm that which is called "One into Nine"\
**** that ***** I'll beat his *** with a cane\
You'd have to be insane to copy lines from a guy that gets his tips from Justin Bieberο»Ώ\
When I can easily burn threw his rhymes like a wild fever\
Yes you could say I'm his lyrical reaper\
Putting his lines to rest\
My voice cold like death\
With lyrics more addicting than ****\
Taking your breath along with your fame\
No we're not the same\
Transmuting what I want to what I need\
Yea just call me greed\
Killing fakes is my creed\
Original and authentic are my rhymes\
Hot and sweet are these lines\
When they flow through the air like a coke fueled storm making this chill beat change form into what you'll remember as the hottest thing born\
So **** the sun\
Like the moon I'ma light up this night taking all the fakes out of sight with every word i write\
Blessed and divine by the gods I might be when I'm writing as one of the best\
Singled out from the rest\
Yes I'm always wearing my vest never knowing when I could be given another test\
My name being screamed from the east to the west until I'm put under arrest for starting the movement that put aspiring lyricist out of the game and onto the streets\
While their fans wait to take their seats at my shows consumed by these hypnotic flows emanating from the words I sew into these lines\
The very root to the rhymes that's got you ignoring all the obvious signs\
Screaming it's your time to become number two making room for the new that is me
Everything you was could and wish to be\
So take a knee and pass the crown\
I'm taking control of the town\
Your name and style soon to drown\
Where it goes no one knows\
The pink mist never shows and quiet are the crows\
Reminders of the lives I took here's my attack\
Because if it's skill you think I lack\
Wait until I turn the key letting out the thing I've caged inside this shell I call my mind\
Then you will find that I've become insane unable to hold back all I've come to gain\
And like the rain I'll enclose all those below me in pain\
Unveiling the nightmare created within the hate that fuels the desire to control my fate\
And before it's to late\
Maybe take my hand and see what I want to aspire to become when some become none\
Nine lines unable to be undone ending this before it had begun\
And to call me number one would be a misnomer\
Their memories are over\
Giving me pride in the label I'm given\
These three words setting me free\
So remember when you look at my shrine\
I'm that which is called "One into Nine"\
