Lyrics
It's Payne
It's ya boi Flint
Paint it Red Rob
What you think you know, you really don't
Why?
Cuz I'm in your future and also
I'm in your Past and your Present
Future elite, not a Mon I'm a weapon
Woah
Turo and Sada are lessons
Mess with a Don
And I'm Moth with a peasant
Ey
I'm in your Past and your Present
Future elite, not a Mon I'm a weapon
Woah
Turo and Sada are lessons
Mess with a Don
And I'm Moth with a peasant
Ey
I'm a Paradoxical anomaly
All these other Mon, they ain't fond of me
Where I was from, I was made to be strong
But everybody here weak, like constantly
I came from the future to leave any Meta monster in sutures
But they ain't never met a monster who's super
Today, I'mma rend em all worst, in Ubbers
Can't comprehend how I'm moving, (a paradox)
Step to me, white out and you need a (Pair of docs)
Hot when I rock the mic like one of (Perrin's dogs)
Arven be barking for beef but the (Pair adopts)
I Miraidon on this beat how I carry MCs
You Koraidon the sea but my heat is deleting
You could write on a sheet, but your flow getting beaten
You ain't matching the King, when I Wing it it's peak, they
Lookin' at me like "ey Jit!
New kid ain't got respect for the 8-bit
You just steal others styles
How you ate-bits of them and ripped them off
In other words: 8-bit"
But I merely improved on the model
To the point where the old that you knew are Fossil
I sharpened the look, these hazbins docile
Got em all hooked, they ain't think it was possible
Galaxy mind I be mighty, so send my re-guards to however is meeting the Iron
Shiny Design what they liking, slithering through wings you ain't fly, tryna pry at what I earn
What a blast from the past when the past blasts back