Intro:
Rap or die sink or swim, man it’s up to you
Tomorrow you could end up bein six feet deep its rap or die

Verse 1:
For 23 years of my life I been terrified
Of parasites
Sucking the life out of the game
So bear in mind
That I’m Appalled by All these garbage artists who all just be birthing the worst of verses I’ve heard so they all should get sterilized
It’s rare to find
A spitter similar to me
I’ll terrorize
The paradigm
I’d rather hang with a pair of dimes
Than hear your two cents
I’m used to dudes being nuisances
Solution is
To make these duplicates
Careers disappear
Like I’m an illusionist
I’m on that Harry Houdini
I’ll bury You scheming
Conniving Rivals
Decline your vitals
Im making em die Upon arrival
Like an umbilical strangulation
Lettin my syllables stain the pages
Of ya top 10 lists, cuz I’m at the pinnacle
Say I’m the greatest
Gimme the payment
I’m just tryna make a livin out here
Told my comrades this how we bout to get it all year
Probabably the first rap prodigy ever since Mobb Deep
Ain’t no mythology when I tell you God got me
He told me

Hook:
Rap or die sink or swim, man it’s up to you
Be a rapper or cadaver whatchu gonna do
Choice is yours either rip these beats
Or tomorrow you could end up bein six feet deep
Verse 2 (Jarren Benton):
You better rap or die, pistol in his mouth you need to be pacified
Before I’d be bastardized I’d stab my eyes with a plastic knife
I’m married to the game throw out a bag of rice
Southern hospitality make sure these n***as casket right
I don’t have to sacrifice I seen too many blackened nights
Some things cannot be rationalized
N***as will cross you quicker than the passion of Christ
I will not ask em twice for respect, n***as are asinine
No wasting bullets I will not blast the 9
You never had to grind
I had to get it up out of the earth surface
Gotta fulfill my first purpose, disturbing, it’s murder
B***h I still flourish
One thing’s for certain, I bite the head off a serpent
Wait till I catch you guys in person, n***a we purging, b***h it’s curtains

Hook

Verse 3:
I was laid back in a casket in the back of a hearse swerving
All these multiverse paths and I’m trapped in the worst version
Ima go dimension hopping to explore my different options till the life I always wanted is actually first person
World Searching till I find the one my alternate thrived in
I’m here to replace him so that mean he can’t survive then
I’m brainstorming over what method is most effective
For the quickly turn the other me into a ghost objective
I could lock him in a box inject some toxin in his oxygen
Rob him of his spot and put my socks up in his moccasins
I could Rock his watch and drop his wallet in my pocket then
I’m comfortably positioned in the role he’d been an occupant
In
Hijacking all the buzz he built up off of dropping bangers
All it took was some determination mixed with lots of anger
Ain’t as hard as you would think cuz after all people typically ain’t properly prepared to face their doppelgänger
Rapping or rigor mortis
I can hear laughing and bitter voices
Everybody so small minded but im always looking at the bigger portrait
That’s straight facts
Lay waste when I slay tracks
Never straight-laced, everybody in a great haste make a stank face when I playback
What I spit
Ayo I really give my all for this
Every single time that I’m in conference with my conscious it’s so obvious exactly what my options is
Rap or die if I don’t make it you can find me where the coffins is