This Is What I'm Supposed To Do

Load the beat and hit play now watch my eyes dilate
This is engraved in my veins blood flowing at high rates
So many fakes in the game and I see em a mile away
Put em in my sights load up and just let it spray
So many freestyles I think I might be senile
On the mic I speak loud blowing smoke of weed clouds
Speak now or forever hold your peace
Deceased is what you'll be if you catch me on a freak out
Break the cycle, it's time to claim my title
Fuck it press it on a vinyl, spin it, listen for my high notes
Honestly you oughta be working on discographies
You're cautiously, inaudibly sticking to monotony
I'm on a quest to get papes from mixtapes
Big L said it best I'm down with digging through sick crates
Seize your dreams so the money comes at fixed rates
Build an estate to escape the worlds shit ways

I can feel it in veins this what I'm supposed to do
Always coming in first I ain't no number two
Imma stick to my gut and imma see it through
Every doubt in my head this head was made for you

As I write these words I put my life on the line
And imma keep spewing verses way beyond my prime
I was repenting some curses when I saw that sign
He pulled back the fucking curtains, opened up my eyes
Racing for greatness fuck a damn vacation
Fat houses and plaques, the only thing that I been craving
In the music and raps is where I place my paper chasing
From bottom in fact this is the mold from the basement
Couple of stones thrown and imma just let em go
The waters under the bridge and we always gon see it flow
For that I just built a boat low on the totem pole
It's time to set sail go head and release the ropes
Completing cyphers when timbs stay hot and hyper
Looking like a heavyweight but ya punches be hitting lighter
You on the roof, I see you look like a sniper
You got me lined in your scope but the trigger ain't got a primer