It go, don't let your word
Fall short of how you stepping
Cause the world trust results
More than admirable intention
The cost to operate
Expands at your discretion
If they trippin',
Figure what could need
Addressing
Post-haste
I've seen confections that could
Crumble what you cookin'
When you too sweet on the build
The structure topple both ways
You better think a lot
It's large margins
From a castle made of sand
To articulated ziggurats
It ain't a Ponzi or a pyramid
That point me to my biggest dubs
Nah
Just raising faith and concentration
Power hierarchies like Jenga
When I move my blocks
The balance shift but still anchored
Vestiges of glory
Born from dexterous appointments
My positions do not waver
Cause of danger
Necessary flushes of the stress enzyme
Reveal the middle finger
Only one left on my
Monkey paw
Nah
Don't over-complicate the rationale
It's fuck you
Pay me
And acknowledge
Where you got ya style
Stay rebuking all the nonchalance
And evil tricks
...
Short nigga
But to reach me
You gon' need some stilts
It's high power to my people
Like you seen the skills
My G already got the chop
Before the needle lift
...
Pinpoint the time frame without comparison
Cause 10,000 Indras built the ant hill
Repeat the drills
My G already got the chop before the needle lift
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