Riinya - Preparation

Time is of the essence so I never waste it
Onto my fourth tape going up like I'm levitating
I left the pavement on my journey but wait man yeah I went through changes
This the intro got preparations for revelations
I'm finally back in orbit
Felt the gravitational forces pull me down from the ship that I boarded
Was on a love mission but I had to abort it
I got a vision to get my portrait onto the Forbes list
That means I wanna be in the top ten
I'm gonna show up all these wannabes with my content
I ain't no joke I go for broke like Eric B. and Rakim
I throw the mic like poltergeist man I swear it's haunted

See the demon

Being here right now is a blessing
I want be number one can't be another second
Won't be fair but I'll get there but can you imagine
Land speed record cruising how does he do it that's Luka magic
Going crazy meditating call that Buddha madness
Its TPB frigg off Randy so macho who's the savage
Suplex off the top rope then Swanton bomb we're one on one
Hurricanrana word to Nirvana it smells like teen spirit
I be fearless like in grunge as I eat this beat for lunch
Then for dinner I'm a winner oh I seem to be the one
Hold up

I will be li
I will be li
I will be li I will be li
I will I will
I I I I

I will be lighting up the kill feed on my call to duty
Got a dream I'll chase not letting go I kill beats like I'm Ezio in Assassin's Creed
Imagine me never taking a leap of faith
On a mic I don't keep the rage all my life been cleaning the slate

Wishy-washy

If I have to repeat myself and say it twice you'll need some help to pay the price
Ring the bells when I slay the mics knee deep in hell won't take my life
Get on my nerves like my spinal cord if you're feeling ballsy
I've had enough like G-Eazy and cerebral Halsey

Don't do it

And this ain't my final form though I'm a vital force
This is me there's no need to cite the source
You're biting more than you can chew got a mouth full and it's doubtful
You can beat me without cheating cause I got Spaceballs like the Schwartz
Thank god hip hop invited me
No longer a passenger to rap I'm in the driver seat
I spit venom like Eddy Brock watch out for nightfall now
I make hits I go Fetty Wap 'cause I ball out

Written by:
Ryan Vieke

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