Bodies / Talkin In Yall Language

Intro

Yall bitch made mothafuckas don't think I could outrap yall?

Bullshit

I could outrap all yall bitch made fat mothafuckas anyday

Yeah

Check it

Verse 1

All these studio gangsters talking dangerous from their couch-es

Never seen a body drop never carried weight around their shoulders

I been moving through the war zone dodging cameras and the sirens

Every verse I spit is evidence I'm superior to silence

Tell me who among these rappers got a mind like a fortress

Every bar I arkuhtect constructed out of pure aggravation

You niggas rhyme about the corners I done buried bodies under

I represent the hunger and the blood that built this underground thunder

Verse 2

Motherfuckers talk about the struggle but they never really lived it

I been starving through the winter while you niggas only witnessed

Every syllable I'm throwing got the weight of ammunition

You can't match my frequency you talkin through a broken system

Fuck your formula your flow is just a borrowed imitation

I'm the source of everything you mimicking your generation

From the ashes of the projects I'm the voice of devastation

Every bar I drop is gospel to the ones who need salvation

You call yourself a soldier but you never touched a weapon

I been fighting资本主义 shadows repping every single lesson

Nigga what you know about the nights I barely made it home

Every breath I'm taking now is battle tested and alone

Bridge

Yeah

Mothafuckas doubted me

Yeah they sleeping on the prophecy

Now they listening accordingly

All this hatred fueling me

Mastering the misery

Turning pain to artistry

Yall can't handle all of me

This is prophecy

Verse 3

I'm the arkuhtect of anguish arkuhtect of all the anger

Every line I'm writing down is documented private anger

You niggas kiss the microphone like you performing worship

But my microphone a weapon and I'm swinging it with purpose

Every rhyme I formulate is calibrated for the masses

You can't replicate this energy you studying my passages

This ain't no ordinary output this is war against the weak

Every word I'm spitting carry consequences when I speak

You niggas chase the paper while I'm chasing liberation

Every bar I'm building up is built on pure determination

From the cellar to the summit I been climbing through the pressure

Every single statement is a testament to better

Mothafuckas counted me out said I'd never make it through

Now every single rapper in the game is mimicking my moves

Bridge

Yeah

Mothafuckas doubted me

Yeah they sleeping on the prophecy

Now they listening accordingly

All this hatred fueling me

Mastering the misery

Turning pain to artistry

Yall can't handle all of me

This is prophecy

Verse 4

Let me demonstrate the difference between rapping and existing

I'm a living manifestation of the struggle and the visioning

You can't comprehend the levels that I operate upon

Every syllable I'm stacking is a stone inside a bomb

Niggas talk about the ghetto like they touring for vacation

I was buried in the pavement bleeding out for liberation

Every single verse I'm writing is a chapter of my testament

You can't measure what I'm giving with your elementary methods

Mothafuckas wanna battle but they cannot stand the pressure

I'm the motherfucking outcome of a lifetime under pressure

Every opposition crumbles when I open up my mouth

Yall can keep your formulas I'm building with a different route

Every writer in the game is just a footnote to my story

I'm the definition of the hunger and the thirst for glory

Outro

Yeah

Yall bitch made mothafuckas

I told yall

I outrapped every single one of yall

Bullshit

Anyday

Yeah