Lyrics The Score Freestyle - Brainchxld

I'm making art to be displayed at Burj Khalifa
Opulence 23 up on the way my greatest album, it's my current Mona Lisa
The legend still unseen, adjacent to a mythic creature
We rock the bells like LL, then eat the beat like pizza
A Magnum Opus, in opposition to the jokers
Who spit base bolus in an attempt to fill their quotas
If I can be this code at the mere age of 17, I'll probably be top 15, or top 10, 30 years older
Got inspiration from Tariq turned to a perennial trotter
All I do is hit home runs on beats, it ain't no bother
I kick flip and spit pure clips of white flame
Shine together as we set the tone for the black rain
If you wanna know whose fault this is, blame my father
I'm gon' run with the foundation that he gave me, till it go no farther
Real hip hop engraved inside my body since a wee toddler
Album on the way to detonate on all you retards, I settle the score

(Too many MCs, not enough mics)
(Ready or not, here I come)
Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees)
Soldiers
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
It's time I settle the score
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
Yo
(Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Yo, yo, uh

This something different than my usual
I'm out here feeling dutiful, to rip apart the trash and leave every part unrecoupable
I take dichotomies of both the grimy and the beautiful and craft them into messages
I hope that can get through to you
Now this song probably not gon' do numbers, and I expect that
And a lot of people not gon' understand just where my head at
But when it's said and done this one gon' go down as one of my best tracks
I was undone, then I came back to the Son, and now it's get back
And I can't sign to no label, won't have no owner
I done paid off every single due and debt no I don't owe none
And I'll die behind my brother try him beat you like you stole some
And though I pray for sunny days, know I'm gon' make it through the cold front
And I done grown up, and I know sho nuff
Shout out to KB, don't nobody own us
Keep my head down, own up
Take care of my onus
And long live Auntie Tara and ML, I keep they thrones up and settle the score

(Too many MCs, not enough mics)
(Ready or not, here I come)
Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees)
Soldiers
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
It's time I settle the score
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
(Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Yo

The album still on the way, man
The album is on the way, the album is the bag, we didn't take no break
We didn't, that album is on the way
Opulence is on the way, man
Yeah, man
We doing mixing and mastering as we speak
We saying, it's on the way
85% done, man
Yo, I think we settled the score