Lyrics:
I don't make tracks, I make music
Put a pen to paper people probably confuse it
I lose it in the music and I never let it go
Oh so many wanna spit but so little got the flow
So you wanna go toe to toe with the master of the rapture
Who would happily hack Houdini in half to
Prove a point that the real fact of the matter is you don't even matter?
(Word)smith in this new world somebody please throw him that nude girl
If y'all are civilized then ima colonize then ima columbine all the undersigned
With a bomb unconscious, undermine. Til I'm under minds like where the flames come from
F bombs to the flames, where the lames come from
Try to hop in my lane you will never be the same, but my lines so solid I'll never need to change (no!)
Such dominance, it's a shame that it hasn't led to prominence
But it's obvious that this ominous, near monstrous, type confidence
Has no place in a game where these lames spit the same BS A-S-S crap type lyrics
So done with these rappers I don't even want to hear it!

How do he keep the flow, we'll never know like a yes man
Hope a yes we can will show him what it do
How do he improve when he don't even make no moves
I mean I see my g's like a R-A-P G-O-D but it's so OD how his flow even flows on oldies
Like O-T-I-S and he keeps it so clean
Well it's simple, I'm a master with my masters
And you bachelors without bachelors can't associate
You can't even lick the lickings off my plate
As I go in the booth and interrogate
All these rappers around me who's hella fake, using only my rhymes as the counterweights

But I don't even try no more, no longer look up in the sky for the lines so divine no more
Don't hardly rap no more
I used to press nothing less but the best but these MCs stopped trying to impress
So I lowered the bar from my head to my chest, hoping they would test but to no avail
The inconsolable sole person available, is this animal
And unless you Kendrick, Em or Nas, don't say that you better than me
I could end your career in less than a week, one thought, half a bar, all while catching my Z's
Go ahead and, get up outta line if you wanna see yourself online in a vine with the title the quickest demise
Anybody's ever seen in their lives, as I let the flow go and it's thrown through your eyes
I build my empire in the empire state and my state of mind is ima just state my mind, until I can gestate my mind
So until it's big as this earth, and when it's done ima give it birth
By laying it down like I gotta couple feathers on the crown
But in the mean time, I'm, a sit this bull out, cause I pulled out
One the last line, and you know I'm still the realest MC that they couldn't sign
So watch me blur the lines like the freaking Prince sign
It's a sign so divine that the king even rhymed on this here track

Eh yo Em, what was I supposed to do for this part?
Cypher Deen

I build my empire state and my state of mind is ima just state my mind until I can gestate my mind, I said... (x3)

The thoughts of a soldier who's battle is never over