Pressed Into Steel Lyrics

Live next to a church, but I keep sinnin'

Fester in dirt since the beginnin'

Message in verse but my beats endin'

Records I work, but I be trippin

Over self, over words, over thoughts, over tongue

Give me hell for the burn, I feel it hot in my blood

'til I melt on the surface of a monstrous rush

If I'm selfish, I'll learn how to not give a fuck

Pop the bell, see the curve as I'm chartin' my path

Wish you well with my words but I target you're back

Off the rails, I'm disturbed, I'm a Marxist with cash

And my nails filled with dirt and the shards of this glass

So I harvest my wrath like a farmer, in cycles

Live large like a barge, with the barnacles stifled

Go hard to the stars with a heart of stone, my soul

Embark with no car, just a C10ut eyeful

Towerin' over you at the right hand of God

Power when I move, but I might hand it off

Found myself in tombs with a mic stand, I talked

Catacombs, ooh, but that Titanic loss

Reroutin' the move, yuh, I fight standin' tall

Out of my groove, still gargantuan

Down with the truth, so I'm markin' the walls

Out of the booth, I don't market at all

Swallowed the key, but not lockin' my jaw

Followin' dreams, but not caught with the vlog

Lots of Pepsi, but not pop, bitch, I'm raw

Gotta be me, yeah, I'm toppin' it off

Me and $oniK dead beats, but not Lost in the Dark

Silenced, it speaks, still I fought with no arms

Quietly creep through the target, leave scars

I keep my beats, but, damn, Gnasty goes hard

Battery charged, I be back with the R-

A-Y to the N, bring the passion back, carve

My name in this place as I travel through far

Deranged, and I came with some battle wounds, arms

Stitched up from where I was slittin' my wrists

Slipped up from when I was positionin' kicks

Mixed up buttons, put an end to my shift

Hear the click, I'm done, put the pen to the bricks

As I'm buildin' a mansion, give me my space

Fill it with answers, but I live in my cage

On stilts and I'm dancin' like I'm feelin', life's great

But a pill causes damage, slowly killin' my brain

My brain, I fade, I changed my ways

I stayed the same, remained as Rayn

Replaced the safe, didn't change the locks

I stay exhausted, makin' all these

Messes, stresses

Gettin' through depression

If my best is second

To them, I can't accept it

So I write a new verse in the night, I'm disturbed

Fire with words, but can't light up the furnace

Why is the curse so damn high when I'm learnin'?

Friday the fourth, on the mic, I'm still Nervous

Movin' slowly, truth is I'm

Due consolin', blue inside

Delusion spoke, said "Do what's right"

Review my notes, hit the booth and rhyme

Shoot, I tried, hit the roof and sky

Bullet wounds open to the night

Soon I'll be floatin', cruise, No Ice

Luna el hombre, Moonboi vibes

Give Ashton the passion I give to my nephews

Knew when I passed him a mix from my bedroom

He's crew and like magic, you're gettin' the next soon

He do what I ask, finna visit in Tex', truth

Put it on wax so he knows that I mean it

Good on the track, yeah, he's Ghost, but I've seen him

Couldn't be wack, we see from the D-Ms

We cookin' up fast, here we go, carpe diem

No go-karts, I'm speedin', my flow start to freeze an'

No blow up, I'm beamin' like two-oh-nineteen, bitch

Look at my sweater, no throw up, I cleaned it

The books, I have read 'em, Technique is Rakim's an'

I intend to Sweat it

In light of this, I threaten

Any writer with the pen if

Your mic isn't your weapon

Ayy

Just one take, by the way, I'm not cuttin' this

Pressed Into Steel, I pop off when I'm triggered

Fed lead, got the wheel, I'm hot, ain't no flicker

Death gets too real, in a box, we're delivered

If you bled, I'm concealed, bitch, I'm Nas with the writ words

One burst when the fuse lit, I strike at the cowards

Feel the burn and a few slip, say goodbye, place the flowers

Then turn to the music, One Mic gave us ours

I learned to abuse it when I Gave You Power

And Ether end, we're still starin' down the barrel

Gotta think first then, how I fare is not a farewell

Each verse begins, if you hear it, you're now in peril

Not a fiend, nor a friend, you don't scare me, you're not feral

And I'm talkin' to you, Drew, don't think I let it drop

On your block with a new crew, a beast, a boy, I'm not

Go ahead and pop the do-do, your posse is futile

I'm on top with a view of you, and you think you can toy with God?

And God's name is Rayn

You got caught sayin' vain

I do not pray, I change

But I brought you a plate

You're not toxic, ain't waste

Bitch, I'm not playin' games

You a moth, acquaint pain

As you caught chasin' flame

I'll put fire underneath ya if you say you want the smoke

When I'm writin' for my features, I'm aimin' with my quotes

If I'm rhymin' on your beat, yeah, it ain't yo' song no mo'

Fightin' more than demons, I put faith in what was ghosts

Placement wasn't close, you're not on my level

Satan wants a quote, yeah, I talk with the devil

In the basement, had no hope, I was shoddy, disheveled

Anxious 'til I broke, but not you, you beveled

From my angle, you not right, you be cuttin' corners

I died, angels brought life, I'm makin' beats with the coroner

Violence cause you tossed 'side, like D Trump does foreigners

Libraries have got type if you need some support, ha

Bidin' my time in the house, represent

Hidin' inside, movin' mouths, movin' pens

Giant to flies, you a mouse 'til I click

Wire is sliced and the power is missed

Know who I am, I'm controllin' the weather

Boat move on land, so I'm known for my effort

Not holdin' no hands, but with vocals, I'm tethered

Rollin' the sands of the ocean together

And I show up in leather with blood on my coat

I wrote in these letters- the judgment and hope

Hope it gets better, but fuck it, it won't

No joke with the devil, I'm cuttin' your throat

Blood isn't music, I'm itchin' for souls

What you in tune with was written on scrolls

Strugglin's useless as pitch-adjust voc's

Funny, that mood shift is missin' your notes

Buddy, the truth is you just hit below

The budget, we're movin', you just can't afford

Runnin', start movin', bitch, you is slow

Ugly, useless, like litter on roads

Get stabbed in the center and put in a bag

I'm back with a vengeance, not hood, you just trash

Rappin' is meant for those who cook on the track

Not practice, pretend, for kids lookin' to act, yuh