Personal (Extended Version) ft. heircules Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo

Uh

You poked the bear with a stick

brought up your smoke, bitch, you aimed and you missed

I bring the M's at night, you missin' the twist

The devil brews in church pews, call that views from the six

I don't need to speak to hit a lick

Uh, they won't underestimate me when I detonate and decimate

Those who hate me gettin' more than just a little hell to pay

Taxman, blacksmith, past tense, I'm mad clinical, past mythical, I'm right for the

Job, need no interview

My words bring light and heat seepin' into you

Lights, cameras, action, I'm more than just a master

Flames pass like paths lit on castor, I step and the glass shatters, bitch

Ayo, I pull the mask down and I'm steppin' into the light

No regrets I ever found in my actions, sounds or my slights

It gets personal up in this bitch

Churchill couldn't lift your efforts, stolen beats and shitty writtens

Pistons holdin' better records

Physical manifestations of all your fears

It gets easier to block the temptations inside your ears

You were blinded by your rage, ain't no way that you could see us

Movin' earth like I was Toph, man, we the stone cold leaders

Steppin' on these fuckin' rappers, I got whetstone sneakers

Drippin' red, I slice you like the final ronin'

I'm a lone soul creature, more heat up on the way

My microphone got a fever, I see you tryna hide from this pressure

Better roll that reefer, I'll meet you on the other side

Breakin' down, you're sullen pride

You said a mentor's what you needed

You need a lot more than a guide

It's more than what you say, it's about what you keep inside

It's more than what you say, it's about what you keep inside

Your heart's full of hate

And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya

You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya

You're stuck with the ego blowin' up, clique is full of leeches

I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, fuck up out my bleachers

And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya

You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya

You're stuck with the ego blowin' up, clique is full of leeches

I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, fuck up out my bleachers

It's me