Natural

[Verse]
So out of this world, feel like a piece of a comet, but that’s from me to ya
Get got for speaking out your posterior
Asking myself like “Jonny, shouldn’t inferiors stay quiet in fear of you?”
We don’t let this go by us like the media
Take a beat and I beat it up, disobedient
I shoulda been more immediate with the recent stuff
Tragedy, it struck, you know I had to readjust
Gotta go through trials and tests if I’m gonna be the one
But I ain’t playing games, so if I hear snickers
I’m not myself when I’m hungry, you better fear this kid
If you watching from the side, check it like another mistress
The space amid our skill like Trav throwing the discus
That’s far, you bet, unfortunate how I slaughter this
Fool around and leave a girl clowning like Harley Quinn
Rap artisan, artist slash arsonist
I’m the leader of the cure like Robert Smith
On a tear, on a whim, on a tier that you can’t approach
To every rapper foe, I have to go until your breathing pattern is agonal
The knack is so natural
You thinking ‘bout what’s fashionable, your tracks ain’t flammable
Uh, I got a few questions, lemme ask ‘em, yo
Tell me, is sticking to my roots so radical?
When I say things like how tangible ain’t so valuable
Or when I talk about the struggle of Latinos
Is that a hassle? No? Well if it is, I ain’t stopping
Tell you the story of my life while I stay plotting
Annihilate often, the firing range broadens
I state honest things and remain wanted
I go Taliban in Afghanistan with the shots I land
Talent so large, to the brim like I’m in a Mariachi band
They don’t stand a chance with all these jams
I see the baby in them all like a sonogram
No one can end this whatsoever
Giving thanks even when the month’s not November
So ill, I’m under the weather, the fun’ll end when I come and wreck it
In the long run, I’m headed for the crest, there’s no stopping me
Try and see, y’all should don me the anomaly
Put a pause on the comedy that the market breeds
I’m tryna give you quality and quantity
Or at the very least, quantity through quality
Poet laureate, Nobel Prized superstar
That’s what my future’s sure to look like on the route I’m on
Shoot for the shooting stars, it leaves me starry-eyed
Feed the fans, ‘cause I know that I’ve been starving mine
Depression was a shot in the arm
Makes you focus on the negative and not who you are
Yeah, convict with it, I’m locked in the bars
And I spit this forty-eight live from the Bronx
It's like that