I Run This Shit

Crown heavy, head tilted, throne’s my recliner

Kingpin moves, skyscraper climber

Pockets deep, Mariana Trench divers

Enemies fold quicker than cheap binders

Heart cold, Antarctica’s rival

Spit so sharp, words cut through vinyl

Every syllable a bullet, call it verbal survival

Your reign’s expired, I’m the rap revival

I run this shit, top of the list

Grip on the mic, iron fist

I run this shit, never missed

Game in my palm, can’t resist

Blueprints laid, pyramids built

Game on lock, no cracks, no guilt

Snakes in the grass, machete, I tilt

Climbing these peaks, never scared of the tilt

Vultures circle, but they can’t pick bones

Steel backbone, empire zone

Name etched in stone, I’m the milestone

Came for the crown, took the whole throne

I run this shit, top of the list

Grip on the mic, iron fist

I run this shit, never missed

Game in my palm, can’t resist