Solid

Writing lyrics down til i can't type no moe

Had to come up with my own cuz i don't i like yo flow

Pass the remote, raps better in my control

"Who's king?" they asked, i think the people have the right to know

Gassed up on how solid i rhyme

You'll need a rocket to climb

Lowered your standards which caused a profit decline

Enjoy the sound i provide buried alive

Underneath the earth like each verse i'm bringing to life

My rap process never lacks progress

& is the main reason i can turn tracks complex

With little or no effort

My riddles are so clever

Cracking my codes like imagining snow in the middle of the desert

I can be emotional or spit unbelievable

The feelings i'm suppose to show are one's none would ever know