Lord No (Raw Demo Version) Lyrics

I'm a bully to this rap game

Lyrically, I'm gully

Full of furious untapped rage

Wary of what's coming

Pull a Morbius, adapt fangs

Kill it dead and bloody

Cause according to this rap game

Timmy Little's running it

A savage attack on some rappers causing some havoc and flack

As they grapple the fact that my craft's infallibly, masterfully stacked

Monosyllabically, that is right where I want to be at

I'm sick when I spit it that's facts, all the rest hypochondriacs

I'm never going to settle for the upper level, fuck a mezzanine

You in the nosebleeds, me, I'm doing blow until my nose bleeds

Down in row three, of the Barclay, next to Jay Z and Beyonce

All my dark days, are what made me, until we part ways, I'll go crazy

Like a lost mind, but I lost mine, when I lost time, getting lost high

But as all the costs rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise

Lord no I didn't, my limit

Reached it's peak, ready to give in

Seeking peace, remedy living

Feel at ease, every minute

Deities watch from above

While everybody that we love

Continues to struggle enough

Like sinews we buckle and bust

I've been you, I fucked up and lost

I went through the muck that I caused

Content to stay stuck, like I'm paused

God sent me some luck to get strong

So maybe I had him all wrong

And maybe I had to go on

This journey of self-destruction

To learn me, in all my wonder

And earn me a kill for the hunt

And then turn me loose like a cunt

To render me huge in a month

By venting my mood and struggles

I'm guessing my view from the top

Is just not impressive enough

Relent the pain that I caused

And get to forgiving myself

A savage attack on some rappers causing some havoc and flack

As I grapple the fact that my craft's infallibly, masterfully stacked

And monosyllabically, that is right where I want to be at

I'm sick when I spit it that's facts, all the rest hypochondriacs

I'm never going to settle for the upper level, fuck a mezzanine

You in the nosebleeds, me, I'm doing blow until my nose bleeds

Down in row three, of the Garden, next to Spike Lee and miss Tonya

All my dark days, are what made me, until we part ways, I'll go crazy

Like a lost mind, but I lost mine, when I lost time, getting lost high

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise, lord no I didn't

But as all the cost rise

Lord, no I didn't, begin with

Forgiveness from the beginning

Had to give in to the sickness

Before I'd live with the symptoms

Like turning yellow like Simpsons

Observing hell from a distance

I learned to sell my existence

Wifey's like what the hell is this?

My dreams are close, they're like inches

Away from rich as T Swift is

It smells like toast in the kitchen

Cause I keep burning them biscuits

Dispersing verses ballistic

What's worse than thirst for artistic

Superiority, listen

My main priority isn't

To leave a legacy, glistening

It be my destiny, written

To free the best of me, getting

The feel of being the best MC, let me

Lead till the death of me, resting lead

Y'all won't get to me, best in breed

Call your friends because they won't believe

What's up next for me!

A savage attack on some rappers causing some havoc and flack

As I grapple the fact that my craft's infallibly, masterfully stacked

And monosyllabically, that is right where I want to be at

I'm sick when I spit it that's facts, all the rest hypochondriacs

I'm never going to settle for the upper level, fuck a mezzanine

You in the nosebleeds, me, I'm doing blow until my nose bleeds

Down in row three, of the Barclay, next to Jay Z and Beyonce

All my dark days, are what made me, until we part ways, I'll go crazy

Like a lost mind, but I lost mine, when I lost time, getting lost high

But as all the cost rise, lord knows I didn't... Lord, no I didn't