Immaculate Reception (feat. GameboyJones, Richie Branson & Lucky Seven)

Yeah I present to you the Immaculate Reception Brought to you by Soy Is Real Random Beats This is the generation of miracles Something kinda wonderful Presentation Imperial Went from uncharted like Nathan Drake Hating my job to rotting in tour vans From state to state, from the quickest state Used to write raps on paper plates It's okay to hate, no really, everyone makes mistakes This is antique art, so we push it like a teacup My reign never ending like the One Piece arc I can't be pulled away, plus I'm feeling good today I ain't took a loss, it's MSG with Bully Ray And I was scripted, I'm back to business My rap pernicious, miracles like this is something you have to witness Some Blackalicious make you feel that way Steady counting all my blessings Heard the devil got arrested on possession I ain't stressing, oh no You ain't think that it can be that hot Crowd's aping this hype since the Dreamcast dropped I do more in a single day than most cats can imagine I guess it hit different when it actually happens This is the generation of miracles Something kinda wonderful Presentation Imperial I'm Squadolo, Chewy when Han Solo was froze I style polo, transporting in Volvos Just a 10 in the gym, sporting some no-dos A passport stamp, I'm passing a cash promo Fast forward, I'm stacking the math slo-mo Get clapped with the strap and they bagging your ass Frodo We eat at Soto Soto's, they got our logo on the table Girls dropping rotos because we rolled Os Check my rank like Boji and Kage I don't fear no man, it's totally my way I don't hear those plans, that's mostly God's play My space is void of comments from obsolete rhyme sayers To God praying like finders to find capers I'm just a tarnished, looking for diameters Shocking to listeners, listen up Get the f*** off Twitter, you ain't rich enough yet This is the generation of miracles Something kinda wonderful Presentation Imperial Ain't been the one to look for handouts Now I be getting emails and DMs with rappers' hands out Cause I live what I planned out Haters see how I'm living, so most of them shut their damn mouths All of my non-believers look up and say I'm the man out Not proving people wrong, it's just an average here You can say my s*** ain't heat, but I still be a cavalier Ain't no capping here, feeling like Boji, the smallest giant The ranking of kings is meaningless when you can see the bias So I'ma just be defiant and step out of the community Truthfully going down my own path Ain't something that's new to me Seeking new opportunities, always been met with scrutiny Even had lots of family who said I'm dreaming too foolishly Now I know that my kids will be eating after my eulogy Breaking generational curses I tell them they can do anything if they just put the work in They'll ask me how did I do it I tell them it's all hard I had to go transform, that way we'll get all sparked This is the generation of miracles Something kinda wonderful, presentation imperial Yo, I'm the one that they can't defeat Keep the high top jumpman's on the feet Three steps when I travel, air, land, and sea Cross them so hard they feel the nails in their hands and feet Yo, I'm sorry for the sacrilege But every time I'm rapping on wax, I'm so passionate Aim high like AI, this ain't practicing Even when I'm broke, I keep a courtside fashion sense Only big bags if you see me in the mall Long flights, fast cars, I done did it all Whip moving through the lane like it's Chris Paul All my haters silent like my ringer when your chick calls Before I hit my stride, it was all bad Neighbors moving nicks at night, they selling all that I keep it on me for defense in case the opps attack Every clip extended like Kawhi Leonard's contract