TCK

[Verse 1]
Spitting fire, I ain’t tired of that shit
Should I dumb up my game, should I start today?
I mean (?) said I should write catchy hooks
Can’t pop with it, he coached me too
Yes, this is it, bitch
Mafia prince like Noctis
Fabula Crystallis
Put me on the watch list
To take over, break’s over
I ain’t gonna stop like the tick of a bomb
Take a squad to defuse me
Pick a bitch to amuse me
I’ve been takin’ out the uzi, it’s–
Bang, bang, bang, ’til I die like Marston
Bang, bang, bang, in the chest, do the Tarzan
Talk of the show like the name is Carson
Criminal intent, I was thinkin’ of arson
Heh, but it ain’t inaccurate
Everybody know that the show’ll go on
When the show go on and the lights are off
The Shogun Rua take his armor off
Now, I’m never gonna claim that a man is invincible
God damn, but, that’s how I feel though
I feel so alive, never ever gonna die like a mere mortals
Got a trick to return to life
Ha! Pick a lover or a knife
Is that the same thing, got a minute ‘fore the mob ring
Doing my thing, got my mind on my writing
Hitting with the lightning, ain’t that exciting
Like, can you feel the change?
Like the charge, just the march of a voltage
In my pocket, better cock it, let’s start it
I’m mocking all the haters, this a dart game, bam!
Hit ‘em with a 100 points, have a single joint
Everybody wanna know what it really mean to bring me down
But nobody has the tools to take me down
All I need is a Sun Tzu, what do guys do?
It’s simple, there’s nobody who can challenge my mental
Ain’t nobody hittin’ this crescendo
I kendo, with an overhead, right
Leave you bloodied in a fight
This shapeshifter doppelgänger, always changing his foe
So, when you think you caught up, you’re just trailing me so, know
You live in my cloud of dust
And that’s just the blessing, no bust-out lessons
See the essence of my soul is obsession
I said it, I meant it, you dreaded
The demons I summoned through packs and I dance with ‘em
Hit a brand new life, take an eye for an eye
And I look for revenge
I’m killing it within a minute
I’m in it to win it, and you’re with the motherfuckers who are tired as fuck
I’m only starting to get it, this similar to (?)
Like I’ll never be finished, I only stop ‘till the record break
Hah! Stop when I start to– oh wait
Motherfuckers tryin’ to chime in, third rate!
Spitting so much fire that my lungs are propane
Prometheus, motherfucker ‘cause I like my own flame
(I’m hungry!)
All these other rappers livestock
Seem stuntin’, when I socks and high tops
It’s Psylocke, with the blades and the red ox
Hit you with the mind lock
Yes, I’m a warlock

[Bridge]
‘Cause there’s no other logical explanation as to why I can do the shit I do
I mean this shit gotta be magic, man
And if you’re wondering what this album’s basically about, well

[Chorus]
This some (?) shit
This some real focused shit
This be the culture shit
This be the culture kid
Third culture kid
Third culture kid
Third culture kid
Real focused shit
(?)
Real focused shit
(?)
Third Culture Kid!
Third culture shit
Third Culture Kid!
TCK, bitch
TCK! TCK!
Third Culture Kid!