Octavius

[Intro]
Our time’s limited, so you must listen carefully
They say I’m too deep when I’m talkin’, so why don’t we turn it down an octave
Yeah!
Uh!

[Verse 1]
I got too much on my mind lately
Pretty sure I’m goin’ crazy (Duh-uh-uh)
Crack like ice breakin’
People sleepin’ on me: Rock-a-bye Baby
Like I ain’t annihilatin’?
Rackin’ my brain, while they just put me on the shelf
Whatever, grease ‘em like fried bacon
Oh yeah, it’s their loss; tear out your larynx
Lyrics like errands (Chika-chika-era)
‘Cause I’m runnin’ shit, no diarrhea of the mouth
So keep on mumblin’, ‘cause nothin’s ever comin’ out (Blah-blah-blah)
Call it constipation, constant concentration
A combination of cocky and kinda dangerous
You cons about to meet a real pro – nah, more like a protagonist
Portrayed as a weirdo, a freak, a zero and weak
But once I speak, don’t hear a peep from my haters, only applause
Turn a foe to a fan
Wicked flow, can’t pretend
Oh, you’re heir to the throne?
Ha, don’t hold your breath, ‘cause I’mma win, bitch

[Break 1]
‘DLER!
They say I’m too deep when I’m talking, so why don’t we turn it down an octave
"Hi ‘DLER"
(Alright, let's go)
Ha!

[Verse 2]
Oh, no it ain’t over, but the waits over
‘Cause I got skills… like Beethoven
Not to mention I’m phatter than Joe
Hold up (Hold up) – looks like I’m just in time to take over
Yeah, demolish a beat
Still amountin’, won’t peak
Catch a snitch like Harry Potter, can’t sneak
Product of Nas and Yasiin
Prodigy causin’ havoc, all shouts out go to Mobb Deep, uh (Woo!)
See, I ball like tears
Meet the alpha male, no John Doe, but this game here, I’mma commandeer
‘Member all those years tryna get a buck
Now I’m feeling on top of the atmosphere

[Break 2]
Woo! Okay, a’ight, I see you
I see you, okay, but check this out

[Verse 3]
Don’t make me go ballistic
Been honin’ it in – like blowin’ a trumpet or saxophone
This shit, is all I know, listen (Listen)
Colder than Minnesota and that’s my home bitches (Minnesota’s twin)
So it’s inevitable, I’mma be sick till they set my name in stone, as was written
But what will they say?
Just hope it is better than the intimidatin’ inner critic (For real)
Yeah, I’m talkin’ to myself, don’t fear nothin’ else
Spiders and snakes only spiraled my angst
Now I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower
Building an empire, so cheers to you, thanks… Fuckfaces (‘DLER!)

[Refrain/Outro]
They say I’m too deep when I’m talking, so why don’t we turn it down an octave