solar

My wrist is a blizzard, I’m freezing the clock This house is a beehive, I’m guarding the stock The kitchen’s a cockpit, I’m flying the stove The trunk is a graveyard, the money’s a grove My flow is a flamethrower, melting the gate This bag is a mountain, it’s crushing the scale’s weight The whip is a spaceship, I’m dodging the stars The booth is a furnace, I’m forging the bars My vision is X-ray, I see through the fake The block is a skillet, we’re watching it bake The plug is an anchor, he’s holding it down The jewelry’s a lighthouse, it glows through the town My voice is a piston, I’m pumping the heat The street is a jungle, I’m predator meat The bass is an earthquake, it’s cracking the floor The Glock is a skeleton, it opens the door My life is a movie, I’m directing the scene The vault is a forest, it’s nothing but green The grind is a treadmill, I never can stop The top is a summit, I’m claiming the crop My energy’s solar, I’m burning the night The smoke is a curtain, I’m out of your sight This beat is a canvas, I’m painting with lead The crown is a helmet, I’m protecting my head The game is a chessboard, I’m moving the king The chain is an iceberg, I’m feeling the sting My words are a virus, they’re spreading the code The trap is a station, I’m hitting the road The hustle’s a marathon, winning the race The mask is a mirror, it’s hiding my face The soul is a diamond, it’s shaped by the stress The end is a trophy, I’m cleaning the mess [Outro] 32 rungs on the ladder. Straight to the sky. Static and 808s. We locked in.