Set It Off

Verse 1(Tyro)
Man these days I don’t say a lot, I don’t like to conversate
I meditate behind the bars and let the ink advocate
Penetrate through the ear, navigate to your train of thoughts, one way track I stick to my lane and I never stop
Grinding on a day to day busy tryna build a pay, never been surprised at all this junkies tryna medicate in my lines they survive, they hear a threat when I take a breath, vicious with the lines lethal weapon no disguise
I’m climbing not reclining steady changing the climate anything to stay surviving, pushing pacing the progress and the profit is important see the paper I gotta go for it, never put these things to rest till I’m resting inside the coffin
While I’m still alive I’ll convert your favourites into corpses man I walk a mile, deep inside the game I never forfeit man I strategize, touching all these bars until you feel it man it’s do or die leave my heart in every verse I spit haa

Hook (Earl P Maribe)
I’m about to set it up
Been compiling with my niggas time to knock it off
This overflowing bag of tricks feel like a metaphor
I might just turn up with the horns and kill the matador
I want the dough. That’s what I really want!!!
But I’d never dumb it down for all my real ones
Rather set it up so you forget my old ones so I keep topping up my past with my new ones(whoo)

I’m about to set it up, been compiling with my niggas time to knock it off
This overflowing bag of tricks feel like a metaphor, I might just turn up with the horns and kill the matador, I want the dough
That’s what I really want!!! But I’d never dumb it down for all my real ones, rather set it up so you forget my old ones so I keep topping up my past with my new ones(whoo)

Verse 2 (Earl P Maribe)
Okay I’m done over talking
There is nothing I can say I know you really think I’m stalling
That’s how I know you been stalking
I jump flows like they intervals learning to be music it’s critical I’m working by the decimal
Every effort counted by punchlines my punchlines are light speed like Mayweather any weather I Jump through and cause a fucken chaos. I’m out here demanding all attention so just pay yours
I’m out here on my feelings niggas ain’t billing me
Fake motherfuckers ain’t even peaked the real me
Out here on my sinning shit
I ain’t even saving hoes this niggas are bacon or pasta or boerewors fucking with the matador
I told this suckers we gon come through I should have warned you like a samurai I cut through, my rhyme pool too deep
My words just too heavy
Hooks way too steep, you light weight go to sleep

Hook (Earl P Maribe)
I’m about to set it up
Been compiling with my niggas time to knock it off
This overflowing bag of tricks feel like a metaphor
I might just turn up with the horns and kill the matador
I want the dough
That’s what I really want!!!
But I’d never dumb it down for all my real ones
Rather set it up so you forget my old ones so I keep topping up my past with my new ones(whoo)

I’m about to set it up, been compiling with my niggas time to knock it off
This overflowing bag of tricks feel like a metaphor
I might just turn up with the horns and kill the matador
I want the dough
That’s what I really want!!!
But I’d never dumb it down for all my real ones
Rather set it up so you forget my old ones so I keep topping up my past with my new ones(whoo)