King Gregree spitting this rhapsody in indigo,
my flow is so Gershwin,
Swish and win on every throw,
They tell all you children the Devil’s a villain, well it aint necessarily so,
my name means “insane genius”, it’s plain to see in this,
yo, my life is a beach boy, I’m fly son,
Brian Wilson, I’m ill son,
God only knows my mission,
Heroes and Villains, which one am I?
When I look inside, a little bit of both I find but I gotta lotta illness,
I’m killing this like Bill,
Tarantino flow, I gotta lotta juice, no pulp,
Fiction aint as strange or deranged as this assault
of lyrics stitched with Elf intelligence,
I was switched at birth,
this is where I came in
I be G-R-E-G-R-E-E
Sorry to burst your bubble b but I’m trouble with a capital T,
Not for nothing but I’m stuntin like my Daddy,
I’m more in tune than ya,
I’m Horus junior and I’m driven to drive you fuckin batty
Am I fly? oh yeah
Am I hot? oh yeah
Should I stop? no
I said, should I ever stop, no
yeah, that’s what I thought
Never asked if I could be a hero
I Never asked if I could be anything at all
I just always hit the swish on the free throw
cause I’m born to win
I’m born to win and I’m sitting on my Throne
on the top of the Mountain Olympus,
I am Aralim, I am the quintessential assassin,
blast through all false paradigms,
it’s almost time to cross the finish line,
I’m exalting y’all, giving you excitations
from my good vibrations, Houdini your Kundalini
from it’s dormant state, saddle up the adder, ride the snake
before it’s too late, for goodness sake,
I flow so hot, you could bake a motherfuckin cake on on my verses,
fry an egg on my rhymes,
that’s why your girl’s blowing me like wind flowing through chimes
and you’ll soon find out if you don’t already know
something you forgot from long ago,
from another life from another land,
you dreamed of today in the palm of your hand
Am I fly? oh yeah
Am I hot? oh yeah
Should I stop? no
I said, should I ever stop, no,
yeah, that’s what I thought
Never asked if I could be a hero
I Never asked if I could be anything at all
I just always hit the swish on the free throw
cause I’m born to win
I’m standing outside the stadium
on the shoulders of Baphomet,
shoot the basketball from the parking lot and I still got nothing but net,
yeah, so it’s a mistake to be hating on me cause it’s a dead end plight,
yes, I’m ill like a leper, I’m the Leopard in the night,
I’m Tezcatlipoca, I got game like I’m playing poker
and every hand I’m dealt is a royal flush
and my chips keeps stacking up
higher than the highest heaven,
I place my bet and go all in,
the deal goes down and I smile hard
because I always get the motherfuckin Wild Card,
it’s my signature, my signet is engraved with the graven image
of the Face that can only be defined in the outlines of my rhymes
Am I fly? oh yeah
Am I hot? oh yeah
Should I stop? no
I said, should I ever stop, no,
yeah, that’s what I thought
Never asked if I could be a hero
I Never asked if I could be anything at all
I just always hit the swish on the free throw
cause I’m born to win
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