[verse 1] An ant to a leviathan why these rappers keep wildin? Since I have been the focus of devotion I need some vicodins For the stress I been feeling, for the d**hs I been dealing For the friends turned enemies just trying to reach the ceiling Cause I'm sick of the appealing, dumbing it down cause they don't respect you Something like clowns stringing you on cause they don't expect to Give you a proper product with the prices they demanding When admissions free best believe they'll go and try and get the stand ins I got the whole world serving as a stage Only 5 seats reserved, it's still my blood on display It's they effort I disdain, it's the lessening of taste In this genre it's the bane, to keep it simple numb and plain It is so mundane, they left less with what they came The other side is greener coming from that tinted pane And if I had to pull the plug end it all today You will see there's no tomorrow when the life has gone away [hook] They call me Birdman, soaring so high I'm burning Icarus if he ever dare try [verse 2] Hit em in the eye, you can say I'm liable To get em by surprise when I'm in the rhyme zone Fine tone I supply you can even buy bulk High hopes satisfied as I hang em by the dry ropes My scope accurate, delivery is clean Pyro addict sh**, turning up degrees Pine sol laminated, cool enough to breeze Styrofoam activists tryna' k** my steeze [hook] They call me Birdman, soaring so high I'm burning Icarus if he ever dare try