King of the World

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Rayn

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Hundreds of passengers and crew
Witnessed the tragedy and lived to tell the tale
Yet countless unanswered questions
Remain. Despite the violence of the sinking

And all that time on the bottom, what's inside that
Bow in particular is
Still a ghostly sense
Of the ship that was. The official 19

12 accident report seems to suggest the iceberg
Tore a gigantic 300-foot gash
In the ship's right-hand side
Ripping open more than a third of her entire hull

Every precious object is a critical data point
And could help rewrite
The story of how the ship came apart
(All right, moment of truth) The patterns

That are emerging from this remapping
Of the site don't fit any of the traditional
Models that were there before (Somebody's life's about to
Change)

You know me, I'mma let you know, the work ethic impeccable
Spittin' flow from my written notes since I was a seven-year-old
Never rest at home or let them go, that's why my dogs are the best in show
Been seein' Red, man, since I lost, Whut? The Album, shout-out Reggie No-

You already know my name from IG posts an' my Twitter feed an'
You think I'm bitter? Please, from bits an' pieces, I'll give a reason, ay
But you'd look for hidden things like you can't accept I prefer URL to IRL
Activities to say how I feel, no secrets hidden below the surface, except when it's written deep, ay

Deep disses, cheap shots Hot 'N' Ready like Li'l C's and it will be
For anyone who wants a piece of the pie, 'cause I got the sauce, no fillings
And I'm not sweet, there's no cavities, which means no hard fillings
And I go for the neck, so if you come after, that must mean my scar's healing

My bars hit the ceiling with my lawyers in the attic
I'm caught with bodies I'm concealing, made me up to be an addict
So I keep my lead insulated, I can't help it, it's a habit
Never breathe fire but on the pavement if you ever think I'm draggin'

As I blow through your index, I'm leaving no fingerprints
And the hook ain't come in yet, cause I ain't on my singer shit
So my name is in red, 'til the day that I need a hit
Like I'm bouncin' in bed, on a trampoline to flip

These lines or get quiet instead, as if the needle slipped
But I'm thinking a' head, prepared with my jeans unzipped
Vocals syncing, I said, cause I got good leadership
You'll know the kiss of death, when it leaves the reaper's lips

I got a good head on my shoulders, no need for me to be a dick
Double tap, like I need to sprint

Quick Revive like it's me again, bitch, I die, then I'm free of death
Come alive, just to eat your flesh, then get fried like tortilla chips
Smile with the weed, upset, been a while I ain't even tripped

I never need to go far, because on my keys is the spark
I reach for the stars, but keep the leaves in the jar
I be my own star, and rap to the beat of my heart

All my shit is timeless, 'cause I don't need you to watch
I'm lit when I'm rhyming, if I don't feel it, I stop
Delayed breast, bitch, I titillate when I jot
Got latex, as is the point of my plot

With my lines, I coordinate, ay
Put in tight rhymes, so there's more to hate, ay
And I rep at 8-5-9, till y'all scream you're insane, ay
When you might find, I'm just at war with Rayn, ay

Brain foggy, asking myself when did
I make all these tracks that I feel trended

And whether or not, I sold out, ay
To keep the fire warm, I'm cold now, ay
In my most dire form, am I low-down, ay
Uninspired, or am I just broke, how, ay

Did rhymes and wordplay replace my passion for delivery?
The times I force hate, innate, or actin' so I can kill a beat

When did flow become irrelevant, is that why I'm not progressive?
I feel faux now, to hell with it, like my raps are just not impressive
I know not to sell my shit, my mind, the back it starts to question
Have I forgotten all my spells again, my passion, has it lessened?

The rules y'all enforce just gate-keep, ay
Like if I break these, then y'all hate me, ay
Got my guns out and I'm aiming, ay
You can be sure I'll take my shot whenever I play a beat, ay

So f*ck a rhyme scheme, f*ck the industry, ay
F*ck anybody making music into NFTs, ay
F*ck gatekeepers separating lyrical and vibe music
F*ck anyone hating on a mic or how I use it

F*ck the police, f*ck anybody that's abusive
F*ck six months, I'mma keep on droppin' new shit

F*ck anyone not following the strings I unfurl
F*ck making relationships, I'm not needin' a girl
This game is fucking nuts, I'mma feed it to squirrels
I still don't give a f*ck, I'm still the King of the World

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