Stand Down

The atmosphere is shifting, the pressure is elevating A decade in the trenches, meticulously waiting I’m tired of the fakes and the industry debating It's a full-scale assault that I’m currently orchestrating I’m stepping to the podium, the monarchy is crumbling I hear the opposition in the background softly mumbling But the moment is colossal, the giants are finally tumbling I'm gripping on the crown while the rest of you are fumbling The syllables are clinical, the energy is tactical I bend the whole reality, the vision is spectacular You’re looking at a titan, and the rise is mathematical I'm painting it in purple, resurrecting the vernacular Free*Razi on the banner, every sentence is venomous I’m operating on a plane you gotta see as limitless They told me fall in line, but I'm breaking out the perimeter The temperature is peaking, I just shattered the thermometer. ​ Stand down, the hierarchy’s about to burn No more living in the shadows, let the masses learn You had your fifteen minutes, but the tides have made a turn Look the reaper in the face and tell him that it’s my turn. I’m a juggernaut in motion, an unstoppable phenomena Draining out your spirit, I’m depleting all your stamina Focus in the crosshairs, staring down the camera I'm an apex predator, destroying your criteria The flow is heavy metal, it's ballistic ammunition I’m executing plans of an impossible ambition This ain't a friendly battle, it’s a hostile acquisition A catastrophic end to all your fragile opposition They tried to build a wall, so I brought the demolition I’m speaking it to life, putting visions in fruition A complex architecture in my lyrical composition Free*Razi in the building, taking over the position I’m the architect of destiny, the master of the fate I left the competition decomposing at the gate The prophecy is written, the arrival isn't late I’m claiming everything, put the trophy on my plate. ​ Stand down, the hierarchy’s about to burn No more living in the shadows, let the masses learn You had your fifteen minutes, but the tides have made a turn Look the reaper in the face and tell him that it’s my turn. Yeah, it’s my turn. Blood, sweat, and the grit—yeah, it's my turn. Kingdoms fall to the ground, watch the ash burn Crown the undisputed king, yeah, it’s my turn. (Verse 1) The atmosphere is shifting, the pressure is elevating A decade in the trenches, meticulously waiting I’m tired of the fakes and the industry debating It's a full-scale assault that I’m currently orchestrating I’m stepping to the podium, the monarchy is crumbling I hear the opposition in the background softly mumbling But the moment is colossal, the giants are finally tumbling I'm gripping on the crown while the rest of you are fumbling The syllables are clinical, the energy is tactical I bend the whole reality, the vision is spectacular You’re looking at a titan, and the rise is mathematical I'm painting it in purple, resurrecting the vernacular Free*Razi on the banner, every sentence is venomous I’m operating on a plane you gotta see as limitless They told me fall in line, but I'm breaking out the perimeter The temperature is peaking, I just shattered the thermometer. ​ Stand down, the hierarchy’s about to burn No more living in the shadows, let the masses learn You had your fifteen minutes, but the tides have made a turn Look the reaper in the face and tell him that it’s my turn. I’m a juggernaut in motion, an unstoppable phenomena Draining out your spirit, I’m depleting all your stamina Focus in the crosshairs, staring down the camera I'm an apex predator, destroying your criteria The flow is heavy metal, it's ballistic ammunition I’m executing plans of an impossible ambition This ain't a friendly battle, it’s a hostile acquisition A catastrophic end to all your fragile opposition They tried to build a wall, so I brought the demolition I’m speaking it to life, putting visions in fruition A complex architecture in my lyrical composition Free*Razi in the building, taking over the position I’m the architect of destiny, the master of the fate I left the competition decomposing at the gate The prophecy is written, the arrival isn't late I’m claiming everything, put the trophy on my plate. ​ Stand down, the hierarchy’s about to burn No more living in the shadows, let the masses learn You had your fifteen minutes, but the tides have made a turn Look the reaper in the face and tell him that it’s my turn. Yeah, it’s my turn. Blood, sweat, and the grit—yeah, it's my turn. Kingdoms fall to the ground, watch the ash burn Crown the undisputed king, yeah, it’s my turn.