Lyrics The Die is Cast - Stucco The Great

Ain't no telling what I'm 'bout to do
The die is cast, I'm with my crew
I'm unsurpassed, I never lose
You in my way, you better move
Came back to shine light on the masses
Just like matches
Not where I wanna be, that's why I'm working on my status
I got myself a queen now we building up a palace
I'm not the type to ask for chances
'Cause I always practice
Creating imagery with words, of course my rhymebook is the canvas
Just like a phoenix, ya'll know that I rose from the ashes
Never lose sleep over who's the most deep, I know my standards
Why pretend to be someone else when you claim to hate a catfish?
I'm prone to destroy men who only praise a bad bitch
Never traveled 'round the world but know my way around an atlas
They see me in a droptop
And run to the pawnshop
To sell their belongings just to find out I don't own it
Jealousy is a thing 'cause they parents still condone it
I know this is my time, ain't no way I'm gon' postpone it (uh)
I'm 23 tryn'a be the greatest emcee
You know I got it locked and of course I swallowed the key
I see them catching feelings from shit on they twitter feeds
But I'm more concerned with peeps who put my music on repeat (yeah)
For an introvert, I do speak my mind a lot
A lot of ya'll want the smoke, just like a pipe exhaust
Before you sell your soul, do you really know how much it costs?
Yeah, don't answer that
I saw you on the catalog

Having thoughts from a balcony
Got me treasuring memories
I don't even need therapy
Dropping f bombs like Kennedy
Got me facing a penalty
Cussing became a speciality
But I'm working on it and some people call me a rarity
I never run my mouth, all I know is telepathy
I never think short-term, all I know is longevity
When my eyes are on the prize
You better prep for your demise
Still pounding on these fools like my name is pennywise
And a word of advice
Keep your return a surprise
Because people are never happy, they just know how to disguise (yeah)
The second renaissance
I'm cool, I'm feeling nonchalant
Channeling my inner Farakhan
They having sweaty palms
Sitting on the moon with a balloon, this is DreamWorks
Emerge from a cocoon like a moth, I'm a clean jerk
With a smirk on my face, I'm going berserk
Kicking ass and taking names, I don't need a damn clerk
Listening to Vinyl Days
Man I feel like Michael Hayes
They don't tell me what to do, 'cause I got the final say
Friendships never last, you would swear they have trial days
And the tape is almost done, man it's in the final phase
I must be Roman Reigns, the way I stick to my tribal ways
Pour a glass of D'usse then attempt to drive to Richard's Bay
They don't know how far I came
So I throw a boomerang
Tens years in the game
Motherfucker they should know the name
Waddup!?