Destiny N Stereo

I run the track by lacing the strings and the bass kicks
Thats the basics
And then wear the loop like bracelets
I will forever write thorough
And if you were to see how much it grosses out , you might hurl
Just shows you how my futures looking brighter
I shouldnt be tooken lighter than that welterweight division decision when booking fighters
Cause Im as big as the Brooklyn writer from the East Coast
As a deceased ghost and heres an increased dose
Of that raw exquisite
Havent been down since I came up
So I feel I defy The Law of physics
And this time Im containing the plan
To drop a jewel on whoever the weakest link on your chain of command
I know these lines is up high above your head propelling
Yall hit the mainstream to catch air time something like parasailing
I know where you felling , but I dont care and telling
I dont spare melons, so on the snare Im tearing your cerebellum
The sound of destiny in stereo
The sound of destiny in stereo
Yo, rap like hes starvin
Uncivil writer, rap like he marchin
And then sang like he Marvin
Not saying that Im great
Just saying that I alienate
Myself from competiton like he martian
Til Im departing
Stay abreast like Im D. Parton
Thats how he garden
I chop, I chef, nigga, I G Garvin
I feel so invigorated, such an inovator
Still got nuthin but love for an imitator
Man, yall makin daddy so proud
Let me put yall report cards up on my frigerator
He the truth, aint a demonstrator
If it aint in them, I will end them
So carve intimidators
Hot boy, no limitations
Moving in money circles, nigga, Im figure skating
Its destiny, bro
The sound of destiny in stereo
The sound of destiny in stereo
We make while we are far from home
While my ladys sleeping there alon
While Im inside a studio
Or out on the road, doing all these shows
Lights low, nice ambience
When I die, put me in the pantheon
Of niggas who be spittin like, 'What the f*ck your man be on?'
I am not the eaverage, I am a man beyond
I am a champion
A nice steak served over mixed greens topped off with grilled champingnons
And you weak niggas, Im stomping on
Been braised, been villified
Captain Kirk of the hardship enterprise
Where the realest guys would rather serve five-to-ten than work a ten-to -five
Theres no logic but f*ck it, thats how they feel inside
A ****in genocide
A cold six-foot and a pretty pine box with your friend inside
I tried to tell em the illusion is not real
And you are not ill, nigga, cause you stealin vibes
Its your destiny, yo, shit