Destiny N Stereo (feat. Elzhi, Phonte Coleman & Eric Roberson)

I run the track by lacing and the bass kicks, that's the basics

And then it'll look like bracelets

I'll forever write thorough

And if you were to see how much it grosses out you might hurl

Just showed you how my future's lookin' brighter

I shouldn't be tooken lighter

Than at what the weight division decision, we're bookin' fighters

'Cause I'm as big as the Brooklyn writer from the East Coast

As the deceased goes and here's an increased dose of that

Raw exquisite

Haven't been down since I came up

So I fill out the bottom law of physics

And this time I'm containin' the plan

To drop a jewel on whoever the weakest link on your chain of command

I know these lines is up power of your hair repellent

Now hit the mainstream to catch air time

Somethin' like parasailing

I know what you fell in but I don't care tellin'

I don't spare melons, so on the snare I'm tearing your cerebellum

The sound of destiny n stereo

The sound of destiny n stereo

Yo

Rap like he starvin'

Uncivil writer rap like he marchin'

And then saying like Heath Marvin

Not sayin' I'm great

Just sayin' that I alienate myself from competition

Like he martian

Till I'm departin'

Stay abreast like I'm departin'

That's how he garden

I chop, I shuffle, ****

IG guarding

I feel so invigorated

Such a innovator

Still got nothin' but love for an imitator

Man, y'all makin' daddy so proud

Let me put y'all report cards up on the refrigerator

Hear the truth from the demonstrator

If it ain't in them I will end them

So call intimidated

Hot boy, no limitation

Movin' and money servin'

****, I'm figure skating

'Cause that's me, bruh

The sound of destiny n stereo

The sound of destiny n stereo

We make while we are far from home

While my lady's sleepin' there alone

While I'm inside the studio

Oh, I'm on the road

I'm doin' all these shows

Lights, low nice ambience

When I die put  me in the pantheon

Of **** who be spittin' like, what they fuck your man be on?

I'm not the average, I'm a man beyond

I'm a champion

A nice steak served over mixed greens, topped off with grilled chomp ons

And you weak **** I'm stomping on

Been brazed, been vilified

Captain Kirk of the hardship Enterprise

What a realest guy who'd rather serve five to ten

Then work a ten to five

There's no logic of fuckin' that's how they feel inside

A fuckin' genocide

A cold six foot hole in the pretty brown box

That your friend inside

I try to tell 'em the illusion is not real

And you are not ill, ****

You just ill advised

This your destiny, yo