Put It Down

I stepped inside a room full of blue
 Chances are that every rumor is true, I speak slowly
 Cause in this town, it seem like every creep know me
 I should drop a mixtape and mark it "strictly beats only"
 Y'all shinobi, eavesdropping so I'm lighting the wood slow
 Oldschool heat, it's like igniting a wood stove
 Amalgam thinking like a wishing well jeweler
 Mini me's jocking, man y'all kids some cell juniors
 Flipping cards, trying not to trigger trap holes
 Y'all trynna wrap this up, you're gonna need a bigger lasso
 Chilling out with Ran, best believe we kicking fat flows
 If you ain't trynna crush it, why the hell you spitting raps for, huh?
 I push it back, putty tat, the cat is so sick
 Y'all run the zig zags like it's frickin Madden '06
 Slow your roll, A.I. to the wayside
 Big wallet chasing, Spider-House by the bayside
 That's Majora's Mask, let the moon fall slow
 Y'all be spitting boring raps, let your crew all know
 I put it down (Yo, what up, Ran)
 I put it down
 I put it down
 I put it down
 I was working on my masterpiece
 Before I pass, at least to y'all I wanna be known as one of rap's elites
 I've been gathering and grabbing beats
 And booking tours, cause you know even a starving artist has to eat
 The smart ones always outlast the hard ones
 Been a marksman, like I was kin to the Marstons
 I'd rather kick a rhyme than hit the quan
 They say I spit divine, and it's always in the nick of time
 They know it's the truth, the flow is aloof
 Music up, shoot em up
 Clive O. in the booth
 Cats will cross you and keep a handshake firm, still
 That's the type of stuff that make a nice guy turn Hill
 Another chapter, coming hard as the second rapture
 Chess master, verbally we deading rappers
 Life is hard, it's why I'm rapping this hard
 Trying to make it worth the scratching and scars
 More than just spectacular bars, we keep the passion as large
 From an invincible, like Mario grabbing a star, yeah
 Kill 'em softly, similar to assassins
 Seen a lot of cats sell their soul to try to cash in
 Flowing decent, but lacking the passion
 Heavy on mechanics, but they pass on the action
 Man, just make something that excites me
 I don't grab a mic piece thinking 'bout a hypebeast
 I be on that Spike Lee, trying to do the right thing
 As dark as I am, how could you ever take me lightly
 Put it down
 I put it down
 Yeah, yeah, we put it down
 Kill Bill, we put it down
 Mega
 I put it down like my inventory full
 Like my dog won't get no better
 Like a mic after a rapper's career has hit a lull
 Y'all my sons, so best remember that I'm
 King of the cosmos, spitting with my eyes closed
 Listening to y'all feels like listening to moss grow
 Spliff kick like a bronco, lift me up like tonsils
 Don't be hostile. Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?
 Catch us zooted out in Tokyo
 And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio
 I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note
 So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose
 Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up
 You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff
 In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck
 Treat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up
 And put it down
 Put it down
 Put it down
 Put it down
 I put it down
 I put it down
 I put it down
 I put it down