History

[Hook]
I'm 'bout to go down in history
'Bout to be the king of my time
Tryna figure out what this is to me
Wait for me to enter my prime
Going down in history
I'm going down in history
So fuck it, I'll continue my life

[Verse 1: Cusa]
I got you listenin', I'm going down in history
I fought you yesterday, today you try to murder me
Burnin' me, learn from me, give me common courtesy
I'm exactly what you're missin', turn on me like vertices
Can't give enough the hunt is now, this what I'm about
Eat you up and spit you out, this game is ruthless, time to shout
The fame ignores the disavowed, cut me open, disembowеl
Give me COVID, fuck me ovеr, stand back up tomorrow
It's a never ending fight
We endeavor enter together to sever all the displeasure
We setup on this instead of just facing erasin' demons
I'm placin' my faith in Jesus just in case I'm ever leavin'
Death is real but scary, I'll make my mark, let you carry cassettes
And bury me with the intent to stay here, but just with my music So I'ma use it to fuse together the people who choose
To be moved by my use of pen or acoustics
Never going back to yesterday, keep on going into the light
Underground rap is in disarray, everybody pickin' a fight
We seek, but we never find it, it's bleak, but we keep on writing
To see whoever survived it; no, not me, not Embis, not Jay-Lee
We waitin' for the opportunity to succeed
Even if its super distant, even if it's non-existent
Even though we wishin', we know they ain't finna listen
All we got, you know we given, we beatin' into submission
Releasin' like every season, the reason appeasin' people
To seem to believe we treasonous, freezin' us into leavin' this
These are the freakin' demons we see and it's never easy
Before I drop the mic, before I stop the fight
All of my records just for a second are makin' sure that

[Hook]
I'm 'bout to go down in history
'Bout to be the king of my time
Tryna figure out what this is to me
Wait for me to enter my prime
Going down in history
I'm going down in history
So fuck it, I'll continue my life

[Verse 2: Embis]
If this rap dosen't work out
It's a wrap, was a jerk now
I'm an ass, cussin' word fountain
'Cause it's sad, dosen't work spoutin'
These rad doubles and countless
Multi-syllables, but quit poutin'
If rap was a fuckin' mountain
You have to climb up, quit doubtin'
Yeah, that's gonna suck, but now did
These rappers give up when doubted?
No they haven't, they fuckin' 'round
Then just channel out all the houndin'
On this path there is ups and down
On the map? Then they walk around it
You sad? Well, then talk about it
Get the bad and put chalk around it
It's soundin', like my confidence is lookin' up
When I hop in the booth, I am droppin' the truth
And your not gonna screw me up
It's what I'm gonna do, 'till you knock in my tooth
No stoppin' my 2 feet tongue from spewin' my story
And you better not say that the shit is borin' 'cause
Everyday I go through more pain
All the shit I'd sacrifice for fame, it's not pure gain
There's a lotta loss in this war against
The final boss in this horror game
Will I be adored and chased by hoards of fans?
When all I do is for the man in the mirror
I stand as a lyricist, but I'm pissed
'Cause my is not steering in the right direction
It's my obsession to craft every rhyme with effort
Make sure no loose ends are left in
Yeah, you would expect it to make a difference
But who's gonna check when they take a listen?
These haters dishin' out shit like they throwin' plates
No matter what this poet paints
It's trash, its whack, drive me crazy like Norman Bates
Finna snap and go wacko, with every line, I'll go more insane
'Till I finally grab the gat, go splat, can't endure no pain
That's when hoard of hate will stop, when they sure they made me go pop
Either cause they want it, or stop cause they know caused it
They walkin' right to the gates of hell