Lyrics: Cian D. Vazquez
Music: Nicolas M. Pepi
Who the hell is that that’s comin’ knocking at my door
It’s a whole new mission since 2024
Like there’s a couple other paths that could have been taken
But I felt like tappin’ back into my craft it’s been a minute if I’m not mistaken
Like I was achin’
But now I’m realizin’that this rap shit is for the takin’
The designated spaces for the awakened
Remain the same
But it appears so many lanes continue being vacant
And it appears that this is where I come in the equation
To reignite a style that’s far too often been forsaken
Yeah
This where I come in the equation
To reignite a style that’s far too often been forsaken
Like what’s this style you mean and who the **** is Treeno C
I find some comfort in the fact that questions going obsolete
Like
I guess I can provide some clarity
But nonetheless that inquiry you pose will always baffle me
But
Let’s take it back to the fourth grade witt Mr Spratt
Stupid troubled loud kid that’s always ****in’ round in class
Lookin’ out the window the rain was on the glass
My mind was on a different plain behold the page I just got passed
A blank A4 intended for some writin’
I remember this shit clear as hell the wack smell and harsh lightin’
I wrote some words like everyone else cause the topic was poems
My shit was fire I’m hype as **** I couldn’t wait to show em
Yo teacher, check this shit out I think it’s heat **** that I know it’s heat
He said it’s rare he see someone this young so good at poetry Know that he could see the spark that gave me and the openin’
was there to thrive and you can’t lie you know the flow is heat
Damn
So many years passed by and now we here
I never dropped my ****in’ pen that much is crystal clear
Poems turned to lyrics lyrics turned to raps with backin’ tracks and bars sharp enough to cut a beat in ****in’ half
I’m back
Like I never left I never really did
Remember older mutha****as callin’ me a silly kid
For tryna use my raps to bring me to that million
I see that box you got you out your mind to try and fit me in
Uh
Not like no other ain’t no structure could contain me
My pen is burnin’ lit this bitch on fire but can you blame me
I think I’m going crazy need someone to come and save me on the way to tear up every beat that ever tried to shame me
It’s not possible hop-scotching on all obstacles
I take hostages beats melted like hot popsicles
Lil’ off beat but still pop off I’m unstoppable
Drop me off at the top stop Im unswappable
Unmockable this shit can’t be faked
I beg you go ahead and try I might give you a few takes
I’m still tryna figure out what severs me from the greats
And best believe the gap is shrinkin’ cause I mastered the traits
Uh
I’m back on the beat and back in the zone I had this tumor in my hip it mean I’m bad to the bone
Uh
I pull the raps from the back of the dome
And best believe a new release is coming back to your phone