For The Term Of His Natural Life

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Check—check—check it)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I'm back, strapped with a fresh kitty of verses (Yeah)
My sole purpose is gettin' rid of you worthless
Scene queens that seem to be croppin' up left and right
Tryna hit this bitch but ain't intendin' to spend the night
Defend her like she my lil sis
And hit the kill switch on any all that's ill-equipped for quill and ink
It's strictly kings [?] this mic
Bring together and fit like glass slippers and Cinderella
Ask around if you ain't heard of me
The general consensus is Trem get it in like surgery
A mercenary personally out for reimbursement fees
From learners that advertently made a tertiary version of me
I'm the primary, liken me to first degree
Swear you OGs? That's just a precursor to perjury
Plus, you earn a guernsey on a gurney in infirmary
This is for the term of my natural life, eternally

[Chorus]
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"The name is well kept and the rep just gets bigger"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"
Yeah

[Verse 2]
And don't call it a comeback, shit, I been lurkin' in these halls, workin'
Call the pallbearers, Trem about to call curtains
On a scene that seem to get away with blue murder
My crew's earned a [?] rep, but who's [?]
You actin' like you out to prove somethin'
But then booth sessions only left impressions on the mute button
It's true, I'm stuck in a rap world long forgotten
With trains emblazoned in colourways, top to bottom
And songs were poppin' on some braggin' and boast shit
With a focus on how tight the flows sit, not clothes fit
Now all I'm seein' is this ocean of clones spit
From a crows nest, seemingly commandeering this ghost ship
Most flip for dough or the hoe that they engrossed with
Some hit the smack or swap the boom bap for glow sticks
But when this shit flows this thick in your arteries
You know it's for the term of your natural life, regardless

[Chorus]
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"The name is well kept and the rep just gets bigger"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"

[Verse 3]
Yeah, now this is rap in its rawest form
I put heads to bed like kidnappers and chloroform
[?] my sword's drawn for you fake and lames
Peep the blade [?] to make his name
I'm still out, but stake my claim when you were still pups
Control a mic like it's a can of delicious Killrust
I still crush and destroy toys with deft precision
I still represent for Unkut and L. Commission
I'm still caught in a time warp like Doc and Marty
Ninety-four, watchin' the Def Wish Cast rock a party
Fuck a festival, their rappers in that pompous army
Catch me [?], [?] groupies off of [?]
I heard practice makes perfect work
But the amount of work these herbs need, I fail to see it bein' worth it
See, I'm a permanent, natural life's determinate
It's been a curse since raps birth and when I first heard of it

[Chorus]
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"The name is well kept and the rep just gets bigger"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"
"My trusty mic will never get rusty, write"
"Even put in a cell, livin' in hip-hop hell"
"Can't stop hip-hop runnin' through these veins"