Creatin greatness
Dwell on level 8 while y'all trapped in the basement
I'm advanced placement. You grade 6 waiting
To get held back another year this ones mine for the takin
Heat higher than the degree you need to fire pottery
Gotta be to possibly rock a beat or get the drop on me
Chances of winning just like the lottery
I slaughter beats
Oughta be illegal the way I rip audibly
Pause a beat. A capella high quality
Every verse all of me just like a jazz standard
My crass grammar ground breaking like a jack hammer
My mission is demolition
My demo go missing and I'll be pissing on your writtens
Freestyle killin’. Sound stay thrillin’.
What more can I say I'm ill when
I got that mic in hand
More like a knife in hand cuz I slice you man
Must not understand how nice I am
Word play in the DNA. Watch me write a strand
Accuracy pin point when I point my pen
My drums are phat your joints are thin
I point and blast a poignant spin
On the high grade poison in the noise I spin
I get it in
Its Graphic Melee on the mic
I came to get live tonight. When I arrive I might
Set the bar height where some can't fly
Type of high risk that you just can't try
So get your hands high 1 time, 2 times
If you're thinking big get yours and keep your aim HIGH

HIGH. Its that elevated essence. Miles over your styles if you got any questions

The echelon is upper
Test me on a track get eaten up like supper
Or crushed under thunder from the number of high grade plays I made from record plunder
Better than your best
Born competitor that keep it steady rocking fresh
Ready to stress ya
Stylin under pressure
Kickin text that's got a texture
I aim high and you leave in a stretcher
Pulling out styles like revolvers in a western
Get burned when I spit lectures like I blew bourbon through a flame and spit letters
High. It's the elevated presence
I'm delegating style while you steady hittin resin
I can really escalate a session ready with a line while you writer's blocked and stressin
Pressing a pen or typing it in
Tight is the delivery I blend when I'm tying a thin
String of syllables til I got rope under your chin and over your throat
In other words leave you breathless
Like a higher elevation puts struggle in ya chest it's
Arresting when I'm getting high caliber
Crossing off emcees like dates on the calendar
Crooked cross hairs so I aim high. If it's over your head sorry I tried
But a great mind once put me on
To some knowledge that I use:
Anything I put my mind to I can surely do
So get your hands high 1 time, 2 times
If you're thinking big get yours and keep your aim HIGH

HIGH. Its that elevated essence. Miles over your styles if you got any questions