Hardened

[Verse 1] Look, the game is fucking flabby, it’s like unbaked dough

Too many rappers sounding like they’re moving in slow-mo

I’m the kiln, I’m the furnace, I’m the goddamn heat

I’m the fire that’s gonna make the foundation complete

I’m curing the concrete, making sure the walkway’s hard

While you’re leaving fucking footprints all over the yard

I’m the chemical process that makes the steel stay tough

‘Cause most of you motherfuckers aren't made of the right stuff

I’m tanning the hide, I’m curing the leather with salt

If the industry is crumbling, it’s your own fucking fault

I’m the pressure in the pipes, I’m the weight on the beam

I’m the nightmare that’s waking you up from the dream

I’m hardening the shell, I’m thickening the skin

Ensuring that the rot never fucking gets in

I’m the epoxy that’s bonding the pieces together

Built to survive the coldest, shittiest weather!

[Chorus] I’m only here to mess with you, my

Style is why you’re gettin' high

And take you and I

To a zone where we’re actually fly

I don’t mean no trouble, I’m just rhymin'

I’m not your idol, your pops, or your reverend

Just the jerk with the mic

So let me keep on drivin' you! (Yeah)

[Verse 2] Yeah, I’m like tobacco leaves hanging in the back of the shed

Drying out the bullshit till the weakness is dead

I’m curing the wood, making sure the frame is straight

I don't give a fuck about your "likes" or your "rate"

I’m salting the meat, yeah, I’m preserving the vibe

In a world full of fakes, I’m the only one to describe

The gritty reality, the dirt and the grime

I’m the resin that’s hardening over the time

I’m the varnish on the table, I’m the finish on the floor

I’m the heavy iron bolt that’s keeping shut the door

You’re looking real soggy, like you’ve been in the rain

I’m the blowtorch focused on the link in the chain

I’m the industrial strength, the professional grade

I’m the sharpest fucking edge on a hand-crafted blade

I’m the seasoning, the flavor, the smoke in the air

While you’re standing over there with that blank-ass stare!

[Chorus] I’m only here to mess with you, my

Style is why you’re gettin' high

And take you and I

To a zone where we’re actually fly

I don’t mean no trouble, I’m just rhymin'

I’m not your idol, your pops, or your reverend

Just the jerk with the mic

So let me keep on drivin' you! (Yeah)

[Verse 3] It takes a month in the smoke for the flavor to lock

It takes a whole lot of grit to be the king of the block

I’m curing the boredom with a dose of the real

Turning rappers into scrap like I’m melting the steel

I’m the rust-proofer, keeping the engine from failing

I’m the wind in the sheets while the rest of you’re sailing

On a sinking-ass ship with a hole in the hull

I’m the only one putting something inside of your skull

The process is finished, the resin is dry

I’m the reason that the limit is way past the sky

I’m the permanent stain on the carpet of life

The sharpest fucking point on the edge of the knife

I’m the curing agent, making everything solid

Keeping rap from becoming something filthy and squalid

I’ve hardened the spirit, I’ve fixed up the flow

Now shut your fucking mouth and get ready for the show!

[Chorus] I’m only here to mess with you, my

Style is why you’re gettin' high

And take you and I

To a zone where we’re actually fly

I don’t mean no trouble, I’m just rhymin'

I’m not your idol, your pops, or your reverend

Just the jerk with the mic

So let me keep on drivin' you! (Yeah)