[1st Verse]
It's like the rhyme writes itself / I take my time and I dwell
My mind breaks the shell / it's like I climb outta hell
Like banging a fine-a** female / a dime piece, details
That'll make you wanna pause / hit rewind and exam(ine) Every single bit / you find more details
Your mind's overwhelmed…
Ladies and gents, please fasten your seat belt
As I'm drafting the sequel / to a non-existing prequel
Something you've never seen before / there's nothing more scenic or
Graphic, impressive nor beautiful / in its dramatic or comedic form
Once you're captured, you basterds / you gasp for the next word
Like it's ya last breath / so you master to match words
To leave ‘em flabbergasted / and that's just how rap works / k**ed that verse
[Hook]
Let it all out / tear that wall down
Put it in that 16 / better haul out
The big guns / yea', motherf**er, balls out
Give it everything I've got until it's curtain call, now
I will never be the same…
And I will make known my name…
[2nd Verse]
It gets poetic / when I'm scribble those words down like an addict
I gets fanatic / a second not at it / I can't have it
Loop that sh** like Gordon-Levitt / will is strong, it's deeply embedded
To come up with the illest sh** / whatever the fallout, I don't sweat it
Whether it's pleasant or emetic / repellent or magnetic
It seems like you don't get it / I only remain static for dramatic purposes…
Get right back in / cos when I'm rapping
Trying to harness every second / ain't no time-stretching
In life, it's only a subjective feeling / time's up ‘fore you know it
And so I dedicated myself to be straight illing
It's like I blast through the ceiling
Like I'm past all misgivings / a ma**ive clearance
Like I'm unmasking appearance of truth
Reflecting, unveiling my true / self and show it to you
[Hook]
Let it all out / tear that wall down
Put it in that 16 / better haul out
The big guns / yea', motherf**er, balls out
Give it everything I've got until it's curtain call, now
I will never be the same…
And I will make known my name… (B.A.D.)