Landed on Ganymede ft. sama the god Lyrics

The Greeks had Socrates, y'all have me

I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy

I aim for the moon, then landed on Ganymede

So I could dance upon this beat like I'm a ballerina

The Greeks had (Plato), shit, y'all have me

I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy

I aim for the moon, then landed on Ganymede

I'm coming for the crown, address me as your majesty

I grab a mic and give you something fatal

Like babies rocking on the treetop until the wind tips the cradle

I'm here to do to these rappers what Netflix did to cable

They say they good from day one, I've been great since prenatal

I'm overlooked cause I appear as soft as sable

But in my head I'm breaking bread with Satan at the table

He's saying put my paper where my mouth is once I'm able

But lyrics sweet as cane sugar the beat gets killed like Abel

How many times do I gotta say it

Look, I'm hellacious with my statements knocking fakers to the pavement

Amazing on a stage yet pensive with a pen

When I get a verse to vent I post up like a tent

I'm in a black sheened benz getting baked, making dough

And I spit 16s like my mouth can't close

Cause the braggadoce I came to boast will leave you comatose

I stay rocking nonstop and I never choke

Me and my thoughts, always intimate

You suckers always impotent

Or shit, you're insolent

And look, I ain't that big, but shit

My features cost more than Brooklyn rent

But right now I don't know where I'm fitting in

Cause the older folks got the thinner skin

But most of my peers merely following a trend

So I'll just pave my own lane through my intellect

I'm the punk rock Mozart

The one-shot show-off

In one take go-hard

I'm ill with my skill

My wordplay crazy

My flow is great

And I move a croud when I narrate

I ain't saying I'm a virtuoso yet

But I still go loco

Hype bars, coke flow

Look, I got the dictionary in a choke hold

Cold like a Coke float, sweeter than a Rolo

The Greeks had Socrates, well shit, y'all have me

I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy

I aim for the moon then landed on Ganymede

So I can dance upon this beat like I'm a ballerina

The Greeks had Socrates

But shit, you got me

Pardon me for acting like a motherfucking god figure

Did a little acid, this a psychedelic picture, roll a scripture

I raise that shit up high like Simba

Instant delivery, the word spoken like coke from Medellin

I'm on to better things, parameters I'm meddling

The dust is never settling

The mix is always tantalizing

Movin on to new horizons,

Mike Dean or is that Ryan?

Niggas sleep and I ain't trying

But again, I'm always ready

Henry VIII, the beat beheaded

I don't even have my senses still, you get that Sama blessing

Sama prophet with some wild intentions

I'm comatose, applying heavy pressure

Wanna fuck with me I might just put your ass on a stretcher

My hotbox got a gravitational pull

Time travel on the pavement till I bust my skull

Eating on these beats past the point of being full

Sharpening my sword so the slash never dull, nigga

I'm trypticing off the DMT

Here eternally so my bones will never atrophy

This that Master P so please pass me the green

The green the spine like Dray, nigga

I could master shit that probably get you paid, nigga

Ride the wave like politicians

Bars might give you godly visions

This that acid spitting lab magician crafting verbal cataclysms

I hit a join and download endless wisdom

Sitting with a saturated system trying to pass my limits

Shit