Dial 1/Yesterday

On my R'n'R shit, Yesterday was my real nigga rap. 
Was on some Cerberus shit like a threesome, call it medley. 
Madlib's a producer first and I'm his MC last like its Wayne
. Lil contribution and I'm out like the scarf in the Last. Red for heat like its '08 then its onto the credits
. Antsy for Wayne, '09 was the serpent-turned-monster moment. Amphisbaena, the tailed brings the takeover, rise of the second Wayne
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Drake, full of life, I'm green like my neck


Clan of the dragons, I'm wingless, abnormal


I'm not a human being norm the exquisite, I surpass it


Underground to the earth's core, die-hard duckhens be fanning the heat


I'm fired up post-Six, More Life while my nemesis gets blood


BLOOD and the modern Baldr's plotting another piece, the so-called master balding in the sticks while I pen in violet ink in the streams


A mini god, Six


Point five from perfection, am I on the edge, cliff?


Listen to my raps, diamond


Each month a different verse, bible from the bibelot


Big on Lot, foe fleeing, just burnt his city and esteem


Back to Back victories got me feeling charged up


Knowledge's power but raps a supernova power-pack so excuse me if I'm packing 


Packing a punch like my arch nemesis's president 


Presently? Wanna know Meek—Dream chasing in New York's your reality nigga, the city never sleeps. Nothing new under the Sun, even New's years ancient. Your loss was decided fabled  lifetimes ago when you was a meek knight and I a bored drake


Wanna know Meek—You won't inherit the earth, only be a meal for the eaters. Meek a mill forever but I'll never be your Don Quixote. Back to Back televised now your loss immortalized


Mortal man, you and the poetic poser can die on some TUPAC shit


To Pimp A Caterpillar? A'ight nigga you can pimp a butterfly too but that shit terrestrial, I rocket boy and man to Venus like I'm Sun Ra Number Nine


Back to the run down mill, 
Dreams worth more than money so dream on while I stack up these $s


Even in your dreams, victory is elusive and when you wake, it already cost you that Lilliput cash you giant with, street cred blown out the park


Blow me and I might think 'bout blowing some checks on your girl
 (like I'm on your check, check shit)

She Young Money and you got none, young but not getting it


Guess "I Get It" was a dream too and Travi$ Scott the nightmare


I see the $ in your name nigga, what's it they say 'bout those with real money nigga?


Don't show it, no ceiling hospital had Wayne equip me with the wings but do you see me flying?


No, I rule from the earth so you earthworms got nowhere to hide


Hid in the hole but your ho divorced you out
, guess you and paper tiger got something in common


Pulled up on the latter in New York, 6PM and left him a pre-marinated


Eat a rapper raw, cook his entire discography with a pull up


I ain't even throw yet and its a guaranteed wrap, call me Curry on some Klay shit


Thompson got me in Las Vegas, these rappers no show, Meek on that fear and loathing shit


Wanna know Meek—no you don't nigga. No, two's enough for the tell. Three for 3Peat, I'll have to release. God does hold the Machine but you not worth to butcher nigga, you no Griselda nigga. They competition nigga, so consistent you gotta rock with 'em or you getting a Steven type execution from your own doppelgängers. Dope, now fuck the judge and jury, Trojan War had its Horse now rap got its Buffalo


Snorted out Flygod with a Warhammer who nailed Khorne for stealing his karne, 40K the spoils

Gave it to the Butcher, he cut any nigga that come close with effortless skill like he filleting an elephant with a penknife

Pencil the skinned for the record, no cords like Killer Plum

She met an electric plug, poured cold water water on the shithead, now the fleeing couple planing to the Capo

Mollies chillin' in the elephant bones, those bombs will blow through bombshells like head from the bomb squad, bombs over Baghdad shit

Sick Man of the East order a divine beast so y'know Stove God 's cooking something divine so its three bricks for the price of one

A shot and Sick ascend straight to the Godhead, a shot and Sick soul cannon into the canon of stars

Shine bright day and night like knight on Árvakr and night in a mare

Don Quixote in a nightmare like the Don Quixote in Donquixote Doflamingo, nothing knightly there.