Muted.

Rap never died, I was just asleep

Was running the game on the tracks like an

Athlete

Even when I'm off the mic, you need more than a long shot

Way ahead, I know the future, like I'm God

Chances of you bodying me slim, like a bible page

My raps holy, buried every nigga I faced, no shade

Respect to all my homies paid

A lot of y'all careers, hollow like a vase

Numbers ain't shit, if you ain't got the skill

Prep yourself for a better version of Kalypso that's skilled

Danger gevaar, my raps leave you on your back

Toe to toe with me, I don't see you coming back

In a tight corner, I leave you blue and black

Murder with the pen, like your skin color ain't black

Claim you a titan, but you can't survive the clash

What's a king to a God? A P to a Lex

Your nigga out here, tryna act like a groupie

He pussy, putting money on the head like Uzi

Not with the bullshit, baddass like Boosie

Raw like sushi, uh, it's a movie, Slide with me, moving to the finer things

Finer than the finest wine, bigger things

My presence leave you so sedated

Thanks anyway you know, I appreciate it

You passing out on me is a compliment

I take it as one of my accomplishments

I know I'm heavy