Music: Messiah Moore-Bryant/Jada Douthit/Nicholas Carter
Look
Look
Are you listenin'? I must admit I'm too ill with it (Right)
Never counterfeit, my wrist flexin' from the penmanship
Sickenin' how the hypocrites can't match the wit of my mind
Look at 'em in the corner throwin' hissy fits (Crazy)
I'm fresh and fit 'cause you know the kid is a ladies' man (Right)
Meltin' at the tone of my voice, so watch your lady, man
I'm everlasting, you little niggas is minutemen
She call me to knock down walls, I'm like her handyman (Crazy, man)
Damn, but I swear I'm still not a player
I'm steady tryin' to master my craft like a bricklayer (Right)
I'm climbin' up the ranks just by puttin' pen to the paper (Right)
Now watch as the man go bear the fruits of his labor (Go)
Guaranteed to keep heads bobbin', speakers knockin'
Crowds callin' my name in they mouth like an orthodontist
I spit a sixteen, leave 'em stone-faced and astonished
With a phrase that I made, man, nigga, I'm silk-shockin'
I think they ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
I think they ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
They really ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
Midas touch, picked up the pen, you know it's golden now
Got my name buzzin' in ears like it's surround sound (Look)
I think it's time to wash my hands of the stains
Of the blood that remains of the style that I done ripped apart
Damn, I'm quick to snap like Thanos and level your plane
Destroyin' your path 'fore you could even start
Right, I'm stackin' hits like Legos, the punch that I'm packin' is fatal
A strong arm and a lethal pen
And ready for war like cradles, just give me beats and they get mashed like potatoes
When S14H steppin' in
The only option is win, I got the Force and the pen
Slayin' the troops of the dark side like a Jedi (Go)
The only question is when, so let the battle begin
All you see is heads rollin', they ain't akin to mine (Nah)
Road runnin' with stories 'cause I been on the rise
An inventory of bars, I grab the pen and scribe (Go)
And when it click, it's the truth, so you better duck and hide
We hear your noise, front in your rhymes, you tellin' lies
Just clear the path, you see him makin' his way
S14H king, it ain't much more I can say, maneuver pen to the pape'
Your best bet is keep your head on straight
Without a cape, I still be savin' the day (I still be savin' the day)
I think they ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
I think they ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
They really ****in' with the golden style, bet
So let's make way for the golden child
Midas touch, picked up the pen, you know it's golden now (Huh, hah)
Got my name buzzin' in ears like it's surround sound
The way I talk'll make a Pepsi can walk
And if I make it seem mystical, it ain't my fault (It ain't my fault)
I only do it for the clout
Back then in the culture, that was all it was about (Look out, oh)
And, yeah, I said what I said
We was writin' on trains, we was spinnin' on our heads
We was scratchin' up records and it wasn't for the bread
It was for that respect when your name got said
But these days, it's just the B-I-Z
To make the music with the mouth, you gotta pay 'em a fee
I'm a Black Jedi, the son of Maz Kanata
I was buildin' lightsabers, you was busy buyin' Prada
You was wearin' your Versace, I was lookin' like a vagabond (Uh)
You was burnin' blunts, I was burnin' down Babylon
Risin' from the ashes even though I been retired (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Returnin' like Luke just for JADA and MESS14H, what's up?