The Glorious Instrumental - Khrysis, Add-2

Sittin inside a room, plotting plans could plot

Sickest written rhymes couldn’t fit inside of a tomb

Kill it, kicking shit like a fetus inside a womb

They tryna gas me up but they couldn’t fuck with the fumes

Then let’s cover your face like you MF DOOM

See this dark skinned kid from the dark side of the moon

Stay on top of this cake like a wax bride and a groom

Blowing up like birthday balloons

But we never going 'pop!'

Stop, this hip hop, nah we rock

Better think again thinkin' you better, I think not

You wouldn’t have a shot if your hands was holdin' a Glock

If your day job was a doctor I’m takin them out the picture

Rappers is getting cropped in my square like it’s hop scotch

Back like DeLoreans, black rap euphoria

Walled up historia

The, the, the glorious

The, the, the glorious

Born in the mid-80's they say, «he so crazy»

Like Martin in the 90's or when he went really crazy

Meanwhile my style too wild for them to tame me

Shoulder cold as the arctic, flow hotter than Hades

A barber couldn’t fade me, you hate cause you can’t break me

I put your favourite artist in the garbage with Brenda’s baby

Watch me take it back on some repo shit

If you heard this offer say, you delete your shit

Wonder why you can’t hang with me

I been lynching, I’m servin' I for mics like I’m pen pimpin'

You been slipping I been raising the bar like I been benching

You fuckin' with a king like a Martin Luther mistress

In the cut, like stitches spitting like a pitcher flow

Spillin' like a pitcher filled up with water, get the picture?

Back like DeLoreans, black rap euphoria

Walled up historia

The, the, the glorious

Yo, Chi Town round demolisher

Might jump on your song wit ya, barely acknowledge ya

Hot as a fever I don’t need a thermometer

Raw as a pack of Ramen before you pour in the water

Sicken they bring us orders, leading pigs to the slaughter

Watching that rat burn like I’m in a class with Arthur

Swinging through your city sorta like I’m Peter Parker

I’m a motherfucker like that man who fucked your granny’s daughter

What the plan?

man flying like the saucer

Versus getting bodied, mind missing like

You ain’t in my class, you rappers is playin' hookie

My pen puncture the paper, you punks can’t push me

Ahead of my time, lines go over heads like hoodies

Eat beats like Doug more than Wayne eat pussy

Beyond focus I chase ghosts, you ain’t notice?

My eyes open, y’all blind dates for Frank Ocean

Bitch