The Landing

Wishing for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

Wishing for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

Taste the fury of the black fist

Truly givin' bars like the jury do the black kids

This ain't a game, boy, it's purely for the practice

I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic

They love to bring a **** up and blast him

Blind him with the flash, take some pictures of the crash, and

Put him in the past, he looks handsome in a casket

I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions

Attackin', I'm a fallen angel, my descent is from the heavens

My whippin' is impending, then the blood is ever reverent

The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits

In only words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence

But I'm no messiah, I was hired by the Most High

To come inspire and breathe fire on these false gods

Destroy empires through the wire while you're so high

'Cause I'm not a writer, I'm a choir filled with coke lines

Wishing for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

Wishing for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

You're wishin' for my downfall

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

Bars are sent and stars are endin', this is Armageddon

Songs are gettin' blown, I call my squad 'cause I'm a terrorist

I spark attention 'cause I'm smart and darts were all a menace

I'm from the gospel, when I talk it must be condescending

This ain't for stardom, this for starvin' bellies (Yeah)

How many artists jelly? Polly many

I'm laughin' at these videos, I call him Renny

Le-let's get this party started, where my bottle of Henny?

Collision course, I'll blow you all away

But with precision, hit my targets with a guarder's aim

My penmanship is sharper than your barber's blade

They couldn't catch the punchline so they caught a fade

I couldn't catch my temper so I caught a case

They couldn't catch me slippin' so I got away

To the old heads that be sayin' that we all the same

Don't try to sign me, man, I prolly know your daughter's name

Almost there, I'm getting closer, see the grind approaching

You're looking hopeless, 'cause I'm so big that I'm out of focus

The game explosive, grab my shoulders, I'm about to blow shit

Catch a free ride on the motion like a stolen Opus

Wishing for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw

You're wishin' for my downfall

Like a shooting star headed to the ground, y'all

I ain't worried, I ain't mad, that's the plan though

I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw