Put respect on my name part2 (Reference 2)

Intro

Yeah.

Uh.

Yo.

Check the mic, one two.

For the year 2026 and forever.

Let's get it.

Verse 1

I'm the architect, the author, the arsonist of the art

I tear a track apart, rip the rhyme right from the start

They say the throne is vacant, I'm the one to fill the seat

I'm the king of this lyrical thing, the master of the beat

I don't just ride a wave, I command the whole sea

Every bar's a masterpiece, a symphony of MC

I'm not just nice with it, I'm a whole different bracket

While you're lookin' for a lighter, I'm the one who brought the matches

My pen's a scalpel, precise, makin' incisions

My mind's a prism, splittin' light into a thousand visions

You claim you're hot, but you're just a flickerin' ember

I'm a supernova, somethin' you'll always remember

I don't need a ghostwriter, every word is my own

I built this kingdom from a microphone and a stone

So step back, young'un, and witness the design

Of a lyrical genius, one of a kind.

Chorus

I'm the best to ever do it, put some respect on the name

This ain't a hobby or a game, this is lyrical flame

I'm the summit, the peak, the top of the food chain

And I'll say it on every record, again and again

Best rapper, best lyricist, the whole damn package

I'm breakin' down the door, I don't need a backstage pass

So write it in the history books, carve it in stone

The greatest of all time is on the microphone.

Verse 2

I'm a chemist with the language, I mix the verbs and the nouns

I turn a simple thought into a complex sound

Multisyllabic patterns, they call it "flowin'"

I call it natural law, the way the truth is glowin'

You studyin' my old rhymes like they're sacred text

Tryna figure out what I'm gonna say next

But you can't predict a storm, you can't contain the thunder

You can't replicate the hunger, you just sit and wonder

How a mind can assemble, so effortlessly

A puzzle so complex, yet it fits so perfectly

I'm a surgeon with a sentence, a poet with a purpose

I'm breakin' down the barriers, I'm scratchin' the surface

Of what it means to be an MC, a true craftsman

I'm not just spittin' bars, I'm buildin' a mansion

On a foundation of skill, with a roof of pure will

And I'm the best in the world, and I'm goin' in for the kill.

Chorus

I'm the best to ever do it, put some respect on the name

This ain't a hobby or a game, this is lyrical flame

I'm the summit, the peak, the top of the food chain

And I'll say it on every record, again and again

Best rapper, best lyricist, the whole damn package

I'm breakin' down the door, I don't need a backstage pass

So write it in the history books, carve it in stone

The greatest of all time is on the microphone.

Bridge

Let the beat ride for a second, let 'em think about it

Let the doubters and the haters, let 'em sink about it

They can study my methods, they can copy my style

But they can't steal the vision, they can't walk my mile

I'm a different breed entirely, a whole 'nother class

I'm the diamond in the rough, they're the shards of glass

I'm the truth in a world full of lies and deceit

I'm the greatest, and I'm not afraid to repeat.

Outro

Yeah.

The best.

Period.

The mic is off.

(Beat fades out with the soulful vocal sample looping)

And don't you forget it.

(Click of a mic being set down.)

Peace.