No Face

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I never thought that I could get to this point just from rapping
Conjoining letters together making miracles happen
Soon as the track runs
In I come in with the facts, son
Ain’t going back
Then I kick into action
When I’m flipping these syllables so fast like an auctioneer
Like, what the hell am I doing here?
Hear grooves in your ear
If I didn’t struggle
How would I have time to improve?
My flow like the rivers down by the acadian trees
My mic radiates heat
Kick it like ADHD
And to this day I still know the Stage Fright CD flopped
I guess there were too many soft tunes and no beat drops
But I guess that’s what the industry teaches you
Through infantry and the scenic route
Do you inspect what these people do?
They betray and convey a line of enemies
But we still got soldiers that’s on the front line
And they equipped with all of their weaponry
And if they try to snap back at this track like a rubber band
Imma break their neck like celery
I don’t care though, as long as they get to see the best of me, cause—

[Chorus]
I have a feeling tomorrow gon’ be a good day
Zero notifications in your way
I’m going for the gold I’m gon’ be first place
Yeah and I still got No Face
Yeah, and even in the hardest weather
I swear that we gon’ make it out together
And family sticking to me like leather
Yeah you haters yeah, you got no taste

[Verse 2]
Through your optics, you see an obnoxious shock collared dog
Walking through an apocalypse
Slaps you in the snot box (Take this!)
That’s me
Summoning up hyper realistic rhymes
Deciphering statistics
I’m doing all of this as a young boy slash
Lyricist in his prime
One hell of a time to
Be alive with these rhymes
He’s rapping ‘bout NY now
“He’s jacking raps to get dimes”
Forget money, I just rhyme
It’s dire
Now I got too many irons in the fire
These people take my music with a grain of salt
Because they beat up and abuse it like gang assault
Yeah, like Eminem says
“No more spitting off the dome”
So I’m sending off a record
That kicks you up out your home (Up out your home)
And I’m starting to feel like I need to speed it up
When I’m feeling tough
Slip me the contract, seal it up
Have I appealed enough?
(Speed it up a little)
Battling with caliber straight outta the academy
Slapping you up while I teach you the human anatomy
A catastrophe, unmatched you see
We gotta resolve it
And I’m hoping that tomorrow is a good day, yeah
(Yeah!)

[Chorus]
I have a feeling tomorrow gon’ be a good day
Zero notifications in your way
I’m going for the gold I’m gon’ be first place
Yeah and I still got No Face
Yeah, and even in the hardest weather
I swear that we gon’ make it out together
And family sticking to me like leather
Yeah you haters yeah, you got no taste

[Verse 3]
Rhyme schemes dipped in kerosine
I mean, you gotta follow the steps of your parents’ feet
But I’m miles ahead and my tank’s outta gasoline
Rhyme schemes dipped in kerosine
I mean, you gotta follow the steps of your parents’ feet
But I’m miles ahead and my tank’s outta gasoline
Lyrically, I’m a wordsmith genius
Manufacturer of words
And I work with ease
This MC gon’ rock it
Tonight, with no Suge like Bubly
My rhymes the only thing keeping company
An entire tape, without a single feature
I just did that, now no one be stopping me
Can’t put my MP3 near propane, cause that mix will burn
I am an MVP like King James
You can’t have Nerfonator without Nerf
Yes, I mean nerfing the game, I ain’t talking ‘bout those rubber bullets
On a stubborn pulpit, and the cupboards full of
Covered bulletin boards
That plastered with dreams of mine (Yeah)
Better call in the K9
Yeah I got Stage Fright
But I’m also that Blockhead that’s Unstoppable
And that’s got No Face
Shoulda seen yo face, when I (Put you, put you) put you in yo place
Was only 13 like Jason
But I don’t need degrees to spit flame, son
I adhere to the feeling of fear
Nah, it’s just my anxiety
When I am starting a riot, see?
I am sparking this fire, see?
Quietly and mildly, I am touching on every aspect of the rap game
93 percent of you would rather tackle it violently
Whether that be a knife or speeding bullet to the right cheek
Y’all just gotta stop please, yeah cause Hip-Hop is my only
Way out of this society
Yeah, besides my psyche
Cause you go hyper mode on the microphone, doesn’t mean that your great
Yeah, we all got struggles behind our own muzzles, cause I gotta lot of food on my plate
So it’s safe to say
The day I shut down the rap game
Doesn’t mean it’s all over
Cause our story continues on
Man, we just started rolling this boulder
Yeah, what I said on “Magic” was facts yeah “I’m prominent”
Just because there’s competition doesn’t mean you have to be in all of this
Similar to C4 in the compound, I’m blowing up soon yeah I’m calling it
Yeah, and now I can say that I’m finally confident

[Outro Speech: Stan Lee]
If you have an idea
That you genuinely think is good
Don't let some idiot talk you out of it
Now, that doesn't mean that every wild notion you come up with
Is gonna be genius
But, if there is something that you feel is good
Something you want to do
Something that means something to you
Try to do it
Because, I think you can only do your best work
If you're doing what you wanna do
And if you're doing it the way you think it should be done
And if you can take pride in it after you've done it
No matter what it is
If you can look at it and say
"I did that and I think it's pretty damn good"
That's a great feeling
So don't let, idiots, talk you out of something that you think is good
By the same token, that doesn't mean every single thing you think is good, is good
It's gonna be-, win a prize
Gotta have a little judgement there