Light Trick

I could be immediate

I could be definitive

I could be the lyrical equivalent to winning it

Incinerating your overcompensating ass with wise cracks

‘Cause you’re half-caf and I’m all that and more on max, lightning fast

Packing fat stacks not of cash but of contacts

It’s who you know and I know me so that ain’t half bad, in fact

I could be the sweet and sour to your chicken shit rich kid hitched kicks

What’s the use in shoes you don’t use who are you fooling with all that dickishness

Afflicting our ears with a plague of vague tricks a mile-wide but barely an inch thick

Which never hit on hits but picks which hits to inflict with your shit

Featured like a reboot of a flick that bills a billion but never gets it

So sick of your witless insistence on stickin’ with only what fits in 

Your back account

Amounting to surround sounds that’ve been around since the millennial countdown

Centennial shout-out, ‘cause I’ve got a hundred reasons to get loud now

Shut you out without a doubt I’d be improving the view

Who are you to say you knew who you would be proving it to

I’m just here doin’ the do while your foolish construing ensues

To ensure black and blues meet the eye of your ear

Just peek this beat, yes see here to see, hear, and fear

Your maker has made your case vacant, you’ve been too complacent

I’ll take it, I’ll shake it, break it, then remake it 

I’ll find the lies then finalize new lives on which I’ll stake it 

We know we ain’t shit 

Just idiots who ideate shit

Still stick to sick spits 

Like a whipped whip 

Ya’ll like this and roll with it 

I could be definitive

I could be immediate