Taking off like a missile
Feeling like I roll with a bunch of referees
Cuz, all you hearing is the whistles
Ain’t no witness or nominees for who gon be the wizard
The gilbert pointed at ya wisdom
Get ya cranium Creighton
Streets in my arenas
Yea, we going back and forth like a game
But aint no love here
My ball and shaft down your throat like Serenas
Cuz I’m a bad mutha
what you say, watch yo mouth
Cuz my patents on paula thinking meiple
And I’m robbin the thickest niggas like a thin entrée
And we so tired
The quality don’t match up with our expenditures
Bite size or miniature
And I aint God, unorthodox author
They polishin an empty space
I’m furniture and finisher
Movin at a rapid pace so my maker can’t
Afford to keep my heart beatin
All about the paper chase
Don Quixote, you aspire like you Spanish
To land on somebody coattails
So hell I’m yele’
Soul hella heavy
C-0-2 would be the sole cause of global warming
Just to get to you
Jet fuel, fukc humanity
I need that there
Keep the missile
Right up under Rihanna’s arm hair

Chorus:
Aye, Aye Aye,
There aint no place
There aint no hope and it no grace
It aint no glory, it aint no gods
Just these scars against these odds

Verse II:
Being a Christian, I have limited my vision
Though I’m not a holy rapper
I still brandish a piston
Take flight cuz they might be in physical form
If you’re dormant in your religion you belong in a morgue
I lift em, I lift em
All for what we fightin for
Refugee of my union composing niggas a score
Can Priscilla renea or India shawn be my lauryn
Speak from my heart, not my loins
I’m a war wit
Yea, and me B.Ware on tour wit
They’ll illegally share us and transfer us through torrents
Biopics by Toure’, interviews with Corey
As my granddaughters cast my ashes over the Thames
Bickering over who will acquire the suites in Gatwick
Faded into the great beyond as I fly with
Yea, I’m a weapon without war
Threat from all of the people I’m fightin for

Chorus:
Aye, Aye Aye,
There aint no place
There aint no hope and it no grace
It aint no glory, it aint no gods
Just these scars against these odds

Verse III:

This was never for monetary gains or cars
Manufactured applause or affectionless drawers
This right her for me
Cant even say that this for yall
Flattered by your replies
My reflection displayed for all
Madness and Mayhem, uh
Is what would happen if
I decided to fly for myself with goals to bald
Rappers think they the shyt
Til they reach a nigga and stall
Realize I’m well equipped
Then I pull the plunger and flush em all
A missile
I soar like DWade on ya radar
Get knocked down seven.
I get up and pull the eight off
Form an alliance with the free and face off
Even in the midst of all this darkness
I, take off