Blast Off

[Produced by Knxwledge.]

[Intro]
One time, one time for your mind
Twenty Seventeen
We got the recipe
To put you in a trance like ketamine

[Verse 1 - Almighty U-Sorcerer]
Avalanche
The candyman with the master plan
Five times delivering the aftermath
I don't go hand in hand with the circumstances
I just build blueprints for the battle plans
I just turn drag races into traffic jams
In rush hour after work like I'm Jackie Chan
Bombing on the track like I'm repping Taliban
Telegrams and tools at the fucking handyman
Aiming bullets at the ones who arrested Sandra Bland
Usain Bolt energy, now I'm the fastest man
A little standoffish cause I worked my ass off, bitch
I'm tryna get bigger than the caps lock, it's wax on
Then wax off hits, the hands on the jack while you jack off
So back off, bitch, I'm blasting these bastards with backdrops
I can't stop it, so if you gonna mouth off, get Matlock
Cause you get murdered when the caps blast off it

[Interlude: Super Fly Sample]
I went along with that thing of yours about getting out cause I had nothing else. When I get out what am I gonna do? I don't know nothing else but dope, baby. Takin' it, sellin' it, bankrollin' so other small time pusher. Ya know, you've got this fantasy in your head about getting outta the life and setting that other world on its ear. What the FUCK are you gonna do except hustle? Besides pimpin'? And you really ain't got the stomach for that. Now man I ain't puttin' you down. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't be here, I'd be O.D'ed some place. I'm just trying to make it real, baby like it is. I mean, maybe this is what you're supposed to do, maybe this is what you're growing to. Just think about it, don't throw it out, just, just think about it

[Verse 2 - Gamemast15r]
I bring the knowledge to pay homage
To all the torchbearers before us, I gotta stay honest
Rest in peace to all the brothers who died
To all the mothers that cry, just know in the end that the sun will go rise
I'm not the best rapper but I got the best factor
Love of the art, and everything else is the rest after
Ya'll got ghostwriters, for hire, I guess that I'm the best Casper
Not the best actor, but ya'll know I have progressed faster
You know me, I'm just trying to keep it calm
Of all mental images, the highest percent is Vietnam
Fuck the senior prom, the closest ones know that I could never handle that shit
Like Nino Brown, cancel that bitch, I can get another one
Like DJ Khaled, I got the fort held down, like when he got Number 1
All the weight upon my shoulders is cumbersome
Motherfuckers know that I will never be under one's thumb
I probably won't hit any success, disappointment hits dead in the chest
That's fine, as long as I know that I'm better than the rest
This is the last straw, I gotta take the mask off
Look to the sky, and then I blast off

[Outro: Kanye West sample]
I am standing up and I’m telling you, I am Warhol. I am the number one most impactful artist of our generation. I am Shakespeare in the flesh. Walt Disney. Nike. Google. Now who’s gonna be the Medici family and stand up and let me create more? Or do you wanna marginalize me ’til I’m out of my moment?