V1 -

Niggas said I sounded like Royce/ that I was dupping his voice/ but I ain’t offended,
Compare my raps to that man’s status/ that shit is blessed.
Since an adolescent/ I’ve added lessons/ that add dimensions,
To my rapping methods/ I am the future/ the blackest Jetson. (Mane)

Y’all ain’t seeing the bigger picture? Suggestion mane,
Follow in my vision/ you’ll see it vivid like Instagram.
Paid my debts/ to the rapping vets/ now I’m in this fam,
You about to bare witness to the power of Staalingrad.

That’ll make ‘em mad/ why they so upset tho?
Is it cus I run tracks/ like I’m Bo Jackson/ in Tecmo.
Is it cus I flow fast/ over dope ass/ instrumentals,
And I’m known as/ a Picaso / with a notepad and a pencil.

Y’all don’t have the potential/ I’m sort of out of my mental,
I look at/ all of these niggas/ my eyes is chalk and they stencils.
They tryna fly to my level/ beyond the bass and treble,
Never claimed to be a God/ but you face to face with the devil.

Hook -

I walk with nothing but flames around me/
So I give ‘em Hell/ every time I breathe,
Thought that it would be the same without me/
You look in to my eyes/ all ya gonna see’s.
PHYYAH…..WHEN YOU FACE TO FACE WITH THE DEVIL that’s,
PHYYAH…..BOY YOU FACE TO FACE WITH THE DEVIL so.
PHYYAH…..WHEN YOU FACE TO FACE WITH THE DEVIL that’s,
PHYYAH…..can’t stand it? Get the hell up out my kitchen boy!

V2 -

It’s just FLOW, BARS AND PASSION,
I touch a stage and get reaction.
Must be allergic to most of these bastards/ better set a fire,
Cleanse it from the pit to rafters/ no rapper/ touching it after.

This shit is too hot/ even though I moved in to a new spot,
Feeling like I’m MJ the first time he did the moon walk.
Feeling like I’m MJ pushing off on Russell/ huge shot
Feeling like I’m MJ rolling stones inside my new watch.

(Yeah)/ now you watch/ see a legend in the making,
I ain’t faking/ they mistaking/ me for Satan.
Cus they soul is for the taking/ and I take it like vacations,
And I’m hotter than Jamaicans/ when they mating/ with a Haitian.

(Geeze)/ and when I’m done/ I let they soul release,
Shang Tsung/ when my slangs sung/ there is no relieve.
They gon need a rabbit foot, a horse shoe and a clover leaf,
The moment/ my opponents/ need deodorant/ they’ll know its me.

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