Best Kept Secret - Ask 'Em lyrics

[Intro: Phil Ade] Yo it's your boy Phil Ade Ah man it's crazy here Logic, I think they're ready for it Let's get it! [Verse 1] Yeah I got it now what is it—pay the world a visit Let them know I'm 'bout it with this golden ticket See my curriculum is flippin' 'em A hundred and fifty one yeah we sippin' 'em, b**hes they trippin' all up in the club Show me love if you really 'bout it, I don't never doubt it One of the best out of Maryland I'm down to shout it (Oh really?) Never co*ky I'm just confident the flow is prominent This is the reason that I'm dominant That automatic platinum plated flow know I'mma shine with it All of y'all is down to conform but I realign with it Performing at a full house, feeling like Uncle Jesse b**hes they stress me, take them to the crib undress three Children lie, men lie, women lie then we die But I'm here to tell the truth and let you know I'm finna rise To no surprise, fake rappers meet your demise The microphone and Adobe Audition my only supplies Look within my eyes, yes I'll bury the odds Now I ask 'em, is you feelin' me? [Verse 2] I got it back and now I'm on again Hit you in your chest like breathing after a shot of Gin I'm just a living organism that has arisen With so many bars I can manufacture for various prisons So let me show you what I'm bout and baby how I do it Flowing for hours every day just so I can improve it When I perform I envision a crowd and how to move it See I am lyrically inclined Alphabetically take apart and rebuild your mind I'm on my grind and guarantee ain't no style like mine I bring the force of course with no remorse I'm married to the game don't even talk about divorce 'Till d**h do us part, reincarnate then restart With Biggie's eyes, Big L's mind, and Pac's heart Rip it apart, intravenously like poison dart, Y'all bananas if you think I'm slipping in Mario's Kart