Gabriel Townsell - King Arthur lyrics

[Verse 1] This is lyricism at its peak Peep game If you n***as think you ever can compete Refrain from attempting at a written on a beat we claim, cuz if me and Mitchell did it then it ain't no competition, composition isn't paralleled There is no comparison, legend in the making, you had better be aware of him, your flows threadbare you can see my patience wearing thin, nursery rhyming n***as? I am here to take care of them I am vicious and viscerally appealing eviscerating these n***as that's spitting about they feelings for listeners wishing this was the christening they were hearing of riveting rhymes rather than wasting of time, this is what you waited for Kept it in my pocket for the date, of course Wait, it's more! Honestly, I promise something great in store. I ain't even spitting yet! You wonder what I'm waiting for? I just had to give the people time to get acquainted more This is war, opposition praying I don't stay the course But in my mind I'm the greatest since like the age of 4 Round 12 nights at the table until my brain was sore's all it took until I could hold a pen like a sacred sword Next talentless rapper try to come haphazard Gotta catch a couple punches in bunches for rap matters n***as think they dueling a king but that's shattered, I'm the type a dime marries, you not even ex-caliber You take time, write a verse, some fine rhymes, step to me, imma laugh in your face like "next challenger" Keep em flying, send em in a**embly lines, I don't mind, you would think n***as was the next Gallagher/Galaga Show me my opponent, I'm visually getting charged up Hands down, bars up Man down, scarred up You see me on top for now, you ain't thinking high enough I keep it solid on records, I got the Midas touch I stay flowing, I'm going without a hook, I'm showing my repertoire, I'm knowing I got em shook I'm the Archetypical finisher when I'm sending shots Winning with a menacing mental vision where many drop They done let the lion out the cage now, I can feel the rage now, it's gon be a while that I stay out I just want respect, you should know that I'm afforded that Keep your cap down like the 49ers quarterback I done got my head big I done let my sauce drip I done got my funds up Suddenly I talk rich I keep it cla**y, I'm writing fire with my pinky up but never get it twisted, I'll flip it back when I seen enough Switch in and out of flows, hydroponic rap Been about my business, just listen and imma honor that I smell blood, then the pressure's on, I'm on attack I can't sleep while I'm hungry, that's why I gotta rap I'm a hype insomniac Flowing hypochondriac Every waking moment I'm on it like I could die today My mind is open, I verbally got it loaded, wingardium leviosa, I'm making these n***as fly away Are you not entertained? Gaining distance from the top of anybody my age Competition really looking like the top of the game So I'm gunning till I finish and the torch is exchanged, and Flames coursing my veins So it's easy for me to torch the delivery, I Bring the heat & watch em wiggle like a centipede Snatch a spine out and then display it as a centerpiece, marvel at the symmetry then crack it like a Hennessy What I'm saying is, verbs got em contorted and now they are bending backwards to catch me but I'm the Jordan of my rap age bracket De facto authority Opposition stacked, I'm reacting accordingly So I'm formally commandeering the beat I'm comfortable in the lead, I'm not volunteering my seat, yo This is what I used to practice autographs for Making fans clap more, what you think I rap for Still gotta give it to em how they want it, like Uh I don't need much to be happy so trust me when I say I don't say this solemnly: I have lost friends Just for selling me short so I'm stacking my checks till my money's as tall as me twice Now that I'm flexing they listening, everybody tryna approach me with all this advice You can keep it I don't need it What? Runnin it back I'm k**in n***as then I cover my acts I'm going, going ghost after the summer then reappearing for the fun of the tracks and I'm Gonna be back, and when I am, I'm submitting the game, I don't care if it tap, be aware of the fact that I'm coming to feast and the seats at the table are taken, I see the hatred, n***as is fighting for scraps, but no one fighting for the title I'm tired of rappers expecting so much when them n***as was dead on arrival Uh Wave riding got these n***as feeling so entitled And it's leaving me without a rival but I'm still spitting for survival, yeah Man, n***as ain't even really rappin no more! They just stuck out they thumb long enough to hitchhike a wave. Call me when n***as really start spittin again, man... VII