Final Destination

[Intro: Will Tell]
Black Panther. (What?). Brooklyn Ac’, nigga. (That’s right). Will Tell. (Let’s do it). Metaphor, Block McCloud. It’s the darkest night you ever seen

[Verse 1: Will Tell]
Put your money where your mouth is—I’m willing to bet
Place your wages on the table, stop worrying about the dangers
I’m like Courageous Cat. You more like Minute Mouse
You better run into your hole in the wall to where we can’t get you out
My records are ruthless. Like Dre and Eazy
Got you tripping like Clark Kent, Stretch Armstrong, and Beasley
Why you dreaming? You must be sleeping
Touch the water with your toes before you put both your feet in
You better look before you leap. The well is deep with flows
I’mma keep it going. Success just reached my nose
You getting crucified and pinned up like beeper codes
And when you dead, I’mma bury you where the reaper grows
We Word A’ Mouth, Brooklyn Ac’, we making history
Mr. Know It All burning you like Listerine
I’m your tutor. Flows are sacred—I’ll school ya
When I start dropping gems like Jacob the Jeweler

[Hook: Block McCloud]
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face
These are our famous last words and your final resting place

[Verse 2: Block McCloud]
Come into my arms. I hug the life out ya
Can’t tell if I love or hate ya as I suffocate ya
Make you suffer, rough you up and duct tape ya
Make you tougher like Father Time to Mother Nature
See, the landscape of my mind’s a dark architecture
To see my soul, you gotta deep-sea dive under pressure
Swim into my heart, I guarantee the sharks’ll get ya
Got you looking at the front door like Large Professor
I’m an off-the-Richter, an archangel, an archbishop
Flow like human plasma but I’m harder than scar tissue
Spit thoughts dipped in arsenic and missiles
Bone shards and cartilage. I hardly miss you partly bitch
So start to dig your ditch like the dirt embrace you
And tomb you like your mother’s womb at birth, let earth encase you
Got no feeling, feeling no pulse, full of insults
Block’s chock-full of gorillas and wolves
With the shrillest killer impulse. My nuts are bolts that’s loose
Blew a fuse, plus the bolts is blue. Death wish? I’ll indulge you
Come into my arms, let the flames engulf you
I will set it in the club like we performing pyrotechnics

[Hook: Block McCloud]
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face
These are our famous last words and your final resting place

[Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor]
I hold my arms wide-open, spirits flying
See the world live, frozen. Come to me!
Here’s a invitation. Fuck the stipulations
Time to switch the gauges, hand me, flip the pages
History’s sprinting like a symphony spitting
It’s a mystery. Listen (Shhh)
It’s pulling you closer like some fresh toast out of the toaster, wake you up
And make you see the truth, make a child leave his youth, grow old and reproduce
Come into my arms and fall into my soul
You gonna lose control like water moves a boat
It’s all the rules they wrote that made you leave the nest
You underwater and you need a breath (Huuuh)
How deep can the picture get?
How thick is the paint when it’s dripping-wet?
Better hold on fast ‘cause we doing the dash
Follow the path or swallow the wrath—it’s burning
The clock is turning back. Check the thermostat
It’s too hot—son, you losing track. And I’m
Get a grasp and I’m...

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face
These are our famous last words and your final resting place