Tekst piosenki
(Verse 1):
Really is the highest peak
Really is the brightest day
God, we finally meet
Give him the highest praise
Oh now that sky is bleak
Oh now that’s SKYY you drink?
You think that’s sly, you think you hide from me?
Congregate against, obviously
I gotta prove something wrong
To make it all right
Alright, here we go, he got that flow
To split them oceans
Here’s a portion
Of my mind that I speak;
Real potent
Conan, never stay up this late at night
All this bullshit
Might change my mind
All this real shit
Might make my rhyme
Spit authentic, all you mime
'Mind me to Deem all you blind
Oblivious to the truth, the roots you sprout from
Better drown em
Don’t account em
Reroute the scouts you called on
You’re a coward, that’s uncalled for
Face your battles
Now you beefy, here’s a cattle
Here’s a catalog look out of it
See this shit I’m offering
Man your raps is awful
Should’ve gave em as an offering
No compliment
Style I pull out just compliments
The world I’m in; I’m conquering
Basic like no condiment
Make no sense
(Pre-Chorus):
I’m peaking
Bitch, I’m peaking
I’m peaking
Bitch, I’m peaking
I’m peaking
Bitch, I’m peaking
I’m peaking
Bitch, I’m peaking
(Chorus):
I’m peaking oh oh oh
I’m peaking ai ai ai
I’m peaking oh oh oh [oh, oh]
I’m peaking ai ai ai
(Bridge):
Bitch, I’m peaking, thinking, seated low
Don’t believe in the impossible
Bitch, I’m peaking, thinking, seated low
Don’t believe in the impossible
(Verse 2):
These impostors acting hostile
But I never have a foe
So forgetful that the gorgeous
Ain’t important when they go
2 by 4, I wish they would
Turn they backs say the kid ain’t good
Turn they back said the rent ain’t good
Voided checks, pop the hood
Check the engine, we can’t stop now
Man, I must complete this mission
I don’t care if I go missin’
I just want these kids to listen
Want that crucifix to glisten
Hey, now, you weren’t born a Christian?
Now you’re distant? No way, I’m not man
Way I spit it, make God say „got damn”
Make it pop like bombs on Iran
I ran crazy, he’s a tyrant
By-standers, wonder if I wrote
My prophecy this shit’s a curse
This shit’s in cursive, I concur
You probably are a messenger
Message that we’re messing up
We need to make a better earth
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