Verse One

I breathe in a breath and then freeze to find my peace
I’m relieved that I’m finally free with the life I lead
Ryan Leaf’s off the lead and he weaves energy
When I squeeze out a demon and bleed it on beats
It’s the bee’s knee’s at least, For the one’s that understood me
I’m so tech and pro-fesh amongst a bunch of rookies
Y’all are Karens all complaining worked up and sookie
I just set my goals, and I beat them like they’re Uncle Bully
Comfortably, I’m fully charged with a hundo bar
Gandalf when I test kiddies none shall pass
I aint playing with those mind tricks like Jus Allah
The flows that I bless, snapping necks back like bumper cars
Bombaclart, ha, yeah bomb explode, watch it go, up in smoke, off it go, on tempo
Cocky folk, stop and choke, lock and load, pocket flows
Young kids want to copy, but can’t drop it on a topic though
Experience is what they’re lacking
An old man out of fashion, I hold jams that are classic anthems
Delirious when I go smash em
I go ham with a passion a romance for the rapping patterns

Chorus

He’s got that Old Man flow
That Old Man’s taking out their whole camp though
You’ve got that Young Man flow?
Fronting like a dumb man, go run that show

Verse Two

I’m dazed, in an infinite space, inside a maze
I’m amazed that I’m finally safe with the life I’ve made
Riding wave after wave of debasement and pain
That I change, into pages, I state over breaks
And it vacates my brain, in a way that be methodic
You’re tone deaf, I’m so tech, I’m just being honest
Y’all are karens all complaining bunch of prima donnas
I just get the crowd and flip them out like I’m Peter Smolik
Pinky promise, ain’t gonna lie, best to be advised
That I’ll Aragon your thrown son the King is neigh
I ain’t flattered if you copy what I theorise
Most of you who want it, you ain’t got it like a PS5
Jesus Christ, ha, yeah
They can see, fake emcee’s, blatantly, taking the, way that D
Grace a beat, shamelessly, playing thief, making cheese
Young kids with no flavour that are basic need to take a seat
The attitude and all the gloating
They show boat like pony they’re so-so with the bogus motive
No gratitude to those who owed it
They go faux with persona and stone broke with the hocus pocus

CHORUS