No Rivals

I’m the greatest to ever do this..
Let’s go..

[HOOK]
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..

[VERSE 1]
Better dreams when I'm ingesting the ketamine, investing hella cheddar in deadening my suffering, some of these suckers are unaware of my fuckery, luckily I got a couple of Gs for the luxury
Hustling, making a living risking my sanity..
Hustling, pushing the limits of my humanity..
Hustling, flow with no metronome & no melody..
Hustling, peep what I'm preaching 'bout on these elegies..
Muscling mother fuckers who tucker out in the second round when I ground & pound em like Hercules, I'm speaking Greek, it’s Greek to me what they say when I get to leaking this poetry, owe it all to my genes & fucking pedigree, better me?, I'm just a better version of Jet Li, reveille playing when I'm displaying my destiny, best agree I am the greatest ever to bless a beat, the mercury for all of you rappers dying of leprosy, respectfully I recognize all of your efforting but that won't be enough to keep up so puff on the evergreen, daydreams of being a lyricist like you've never seen, aching to make all the haters love & embrace me
Daily routine, I just crave a deviation, repeated cadence, I need a change & a bitch to teach me moderation, improvisation, these compositions come off offensive, somber missives.. stopped a minute to calm my senses, call it mischief or “Aw, the kid is just talking his shit”, I don't recall any talking back when I was just a misfit, the Molotovs & the bombs I drop are like comets hitting, caution if it's Cook you wanna topple I'm god with this shit
Gone ballistic & chauvinistic, ya’ll oughta listen, I got that confident drawl, the darkest artist in the business, Fonzie & Solomon, King of Comedy-hop with a mission to talk my thoughts even though the cost'll be ostracism..

[HOOK]
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..

[VERSE 2]
Deprived of psyche inside me, empty my cerebellum & tell me, what do you find in my melon?, the design of a psycho felon, I fell & hit every branch on the tree of life when I burst from my momma’s hymen, no telling
How I became a villain from heaven, demons & angels..
Triangulate the language, I hit from three different angles..
They talking 'bout I'm fake & you straight believing the fables..
The devil’s son in a manger, dangerous creep in the cradle..
Sleep?!, you won't be able to catch a wink after hearing me, Spear a spirit, you hear his lyrics repeated on E.V.P.s, fear the tyranny of the peerless king in this rapping thing, I fascinate with fabulous fastness, ya’ll better back away..
Battle rapping like a renegade, I'mma recalibrate the game with talent, I'm chewing you rappers up until I salivate, fool with the legend let you see my cellar mate
Elevate until I'm hella baked..
Sail away & sip the Alizé..
Meditate til I see heaven gates..
Better pray or there'll be hell to pay!..

[HOOK]
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..
No rivals, no idols, Kyle write like a dynamo..
You might describe it as merely hype but I'm shining though..
No wife & no type, die before I would cry for hoes..
No rivals, no idols, I'm alone on the microphone..