Courtesy

[Verse]
This is my apology letter, for every cat that I've overshadowed since I got on the scene
And started battling average and below rappers who thought they was killing shit
The only thing they killed was my hope for a focused MC
That could vocally go toe to toe with the dopest of thee
And maybe the best out of the bunch can try and get social with me
Cause it takes a village right
But I don't play nice
I came from a place that bites and chews and spits and screws you out your innocence like your youth was a virgin bride
I put the scribe in prescribe
Cause I write scripts that could play out the worst times of your life
And they call my diction cryptic
I'll bury any Tom, Dick, or Harry trying to Luke Perry me, meaning they've been in bad things
I'm trying to fixate y'all on me so hip hop is more bearable
But y'all act like anybody coherent is a frickin' rap miracle, bruh
I've been a word smith since I first stepped in this rap game
One of the last poets ask [?]
Y'all can hashtag, tweet it, Instagram it for the net frame
I'm on the road less traveled, y'all straddling the next lane
Trying to figure out how I tick, picking through folds in my left brain
Shout out to all the dudes attackin' rap from those of my gender
Who now sendin' me love letters that I know will be return to sender
And hopefully y'all get the message, only roll with Day Ones
No new friends unless you know my government by heart
Cause Sa-Roc is only one part of my indomitable foundation
After throne, I'm taking over country, Roc Nation
Throwin' up my pyramids like Pharoah, I'm rulin' every subject and noun I spit out my mouth, I'm alchemist
And I don't trust any of them negros that come out your house
Cause I'm standin' out here in the field trying to get people to feel me
I done dealt with the real shit and y'all quick to spit bout the theory
It's a different world from Brooklyn to [?]
And this the mixer
Turn to Wayne Wayne to Mr. Gainz flippin' beef in the pit, it's like this
I am a tad bit of the wizard
Drop a few bars and turn the eager champ into mad, shriveled, and bitter
Cause I'm the leader of this pack, you the last pick of the litter
I'm the Omega and the Alpha, the last and the beginning
I'm star dust, the master [?] cast of the human form
But I've been forced to pass as your cast to be seen as halfway normal
I'm formally requesting a mass text to your besties and everyone else inside your iPhone by top of the mornin'
I know I'm the black sheep, they tryin' hide me from company
Cause I be on my Black shit, quoting Elijah and company
They never understood me, I stayed under the radar
Now I trace my rise through the covers of magazines
And try to spin my complex life onto the pages of [?]
If I'm not on your Top 5 of All Time then you ain't heard me
This is my calling card, Rap God at your service

[Outro]
Yo, this for all those that doubted me
Thought I couldn't hang with the best of em
But guess what?
I done buried all your favorite rappers in one scoop
But don't worry I'll revive em
Cause I'm the goddess MC
Peace