[Verse 1]
My lyrics coming steady my flow is sharp as machete
Bitch I'm ready aiming steady but that shit you know already
Hit you while you're dreaming, bitch I'm reaping call me Freddie
And you're reaching if you're preaching that my shit is fucking petty
Sweaty when I spit it my saliva tasting salty
Expending so much heavy air I'll turn this shit to sultry
Married to the game and still get bitches that's adultery
Like how I fuck the world by making love in every country
I'll say it bluntly, I'm eating but I'm hungry
If music is a drug then I'm a self admitted junkie
Craving luxury, I get the girls to come to me
I'm the god of mortal planes, the towers were a punch from me
That's how it's got to be, to find yourself like Socrates
Refine myself I rhyme supreme my other girl she jockin' these
You're saying that I'm whack, please, disgusting like some groceries
I'm busting anyone who thinks they're so high that they're over me
I think I'm sobering, attention span is focusing
I spit it so ill that I don't think shit will be opening
Sleighing at the mall it's like I'm Santa fucking Clause and
Yelling deck the Halls like I'm supposed to punch a lozenge
Eat my sausage, I'm scoffing at haters
Survive like coffin evaders, shocking like Palp versus Vader
I won't fuck 'till I date her, breaking in like invader
And now it's me against the world, bitch I am the creator
[Verse 2]
I'm kinda on my Tarantino laying by my pool and sipping vino
Long as we know that I'm spitting hot steam like at the cleaner
Feeling meaner, my temper flaring up I'm getting eager
Earning meagre wages fills my rage and make me want to quit
But I stand tall so high I could fall
My rivals lay before me yes I stand above them all
And now they're talking shit like what I drop off at the stall
But I never make a big deal out of something small (fuck em all)
Seem like everybody out here thinking they could do it
See the money and they take a bite so big they couldn't chew it
And they promise to themselves they have the spirit to get through it
But they're foolish if they think that I won't be there to subdue it
Ain't nothing to it you just blew it
Take your L and leave and if you're mad then fucking screw it
I'll take my diamonds now I'm smiling from signing up and I'm fighting off
The ones that ain't aligning with my rhyming, the timing's off
'Till I see the sky I'll never say that I'm high enough
And ain't no fucking way that I'll give up you can call my bluff
I'll rise above these vermin, spitting verses like a sermon
Bitch I'm splurging like a virgin who can't wait to get the sperm in
And I just keep learning, not something the whack could say
I studied all my idols like they did when they was my age
And now they're on the stage they're not encaged by making wage
But I'm running out of textbooks, it's time that I add a page
The Creator was written by Manic.
The Creator was produced by NAT.
Manic released The Creator on Tue Aug 17 2021.