Instrumental Over Instrumental

Holding a ladder inclining outta my pigeon hole
Typecasted auditioning for a different role
Out of my comfort zone as well as the box that I'm jacked in
Out of this world I moon walk like I'm Michael Jackson
Bars reciting setting stages ablaze
Off the rhymes that I made, smartphone or a page
After it's laid down I claim the crown snatching it off of your melon
Better by the letter put words together like spelling
Bees, cleverly combined into bars and stanzas
Heads or tails, I kill releases like the morning after
Pill, from a night of regret
Take in an Es joint for a flight you'll never forget
The eargasm, the oohs to the sound of my wax
Clean out your ear canals cause I'm profound when I rap
Never doubled or tripled timed when slaying a mic
I don't need to ride that wave just to say that I'm nice
Hiphop is in a great place so I'm playing my part
I mean fraction not acting, capping ain't a part
Of my modus operandi your man got standards
In the house when it's time to shine, flows out standing
Standing out from the pack no gimmicks attached
Tight flows and subject matter, clean image attached
Mean with lyrics to match, obscene lyrics detached
I'm instrumental to the scene like beats picked when I rap

I spit game duke my shit is the truth
Microphone phenomenal
Interject with intellect
Don't grab this mic the shit's too hot
I spit game duke my shit is the truth
I set the microphone on fire
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't grab this mic the shit's too hot

Too much of anything can make you an addict
I got a lot up top, guess I'm an attic
A deep thinker spraying thoughts across canvasses
Peaks and valleys I'm playing the law of averages
Meaning overall I flat line rappers
Between the highs and lows I clock my hang time after
Like Jordan from the free throw
I'm off the hook like a hanger heir to the throne, you plain (Plane) landing like Heathrow
Distinguished with the English slanging nouns and verbs
Truth Hop at its core that's why my sound's preferred
Forever urge my age mates to keep rocking if they got it
Skill, hunger and passion is the knot inside our pocket
And we got it if you want it, you're confused by the greys
Misconception when it comes to the age
Stop playing yourself, I'm as instrumental as the beats that I rap on
My aura penetrates you like a strap-on (Pause)
Had to let the beat drop out
Pause for the cause, the last bar made your jaw pop out
Applause when I rock out, frauds I make em clock out
Show up at show time like I pulled my watch out
Tick tick, witness the 2nd coming
Of the era you claiming had come and gone end of discussion
Es here to render destruction to your minimal potential
Sound of my voice is essential over instrumental

I spit game duke my shit is the truth
Microphone phenomenal
Interject with intellect
Don't grab this mic
My shit is the truth
I set the microphone on fire
Don't start none, won't be none
The shit's too hot