Intro: H-O-S-T-Y-L-E You 'bout to drop another banger? You know it, G What's the fuckin' point if you doubt yourself Might as well go and put your mic on the shelf Verse 1: Who the fuck you know that can do it like this? Swing hard for the fences and never miss Spit crazy flows, switch it up on the fly Crush all the competition, so don't even try A dope lyricist, I'm quite oratorical My reign will be historical, they'll build a memorial Some say it's metaphorical, but more categorical My story is allegorical... just call me the oracle Hook1: I'm the gold standard in the genre of rap I've been a student ever since Boom Bap I've perfected my tradecraft over the years Puttin' in the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears You'll feel the heat whether you like it or not I can make it burn, my shit is too hot Fly too close to the sun and you'll get burned I'm comin' home, the Chosen One has returned Verse 2: Who the fuck you know that can do it like this? Swing hard for the fences and never miss Spit crazy flows, switch it up on the fly Crush all the competition, so don't even try Please don't fuss, it's a must that I bust Like a well-oiled machine I'll never rust You'll feel a strong gust and be left in the dust Just trust I'll leave you with a look of disgust Made possible by the stylistics of linguistics We could hold clinics on all of the specifics Hit'em with the analytics and none of the gimmicks Made worse by the heuristics of cynics and critics Hook 2: I'm the gold standard in the genre of rap I've been a student ever since Boom Bap I've perfected my tradecraft over the years Puttin' in the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears You'll feel the heat whether you like it or not I can make it burn, my shit is too hot Fly too close to the sun and you'll get burned I'm comin' home, the Chosen One has returned Verse 3: Who the fuck you know that can do it like this? Swing hard for the fences and never miss Spit crazy flows, switch it up on the fly Crush all the competition, so don't even try Best believe I'm the one to make all things possible The way things are goin' I'm feelin' unstoppable I wanna be the best, but that's highly improbable But one thing I've learned is that nothin' is impossible I can't stand how things are so damn gimmicky Wack-sss shit to which you developed an affinity I've provided what's needed why are you so finicky Just enjoy the simplicity of what I've given thee Hook 3 (2x): I'm the gold standard in the genre of rap I've been a student ever since Boom Bap I've perfected my tradecraft over the years Puttin' in the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears You'll feel the heat whether you like it or not I can make it burn, my shit is too hot Fly too close to the sun and you'll get burned I'm comin' home, the Chosen one has returned @hostyle @rapfame @rap_fame @rap_fame_official