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Act I: The King (11-Bar Flow / 90 BPM) I stood at twenty-seven looking up into the sky Three hundred thousand years of man, I’m asking who am I They want to give me limits, put a border on my name While I’m calculating ratios inside a broken game Dividing up the timeline just to see what survives Two thousand four hundred and fifty human lives Stack 'em end to end, that’s the length of our race And I’m sitting in the middle trying to find my own space No handouts, no favors, I built it from the dirt Putting every single bar together, working through the hurt They call it coincidence when the numbers line up clean— ​(1 Bar Silence / Hard Beat Drop) ​Act II: The Queen (Dense Internal Rhyme / Legacy) —But creation doesn't lie, it's the rhythm in between. The wisdom in the blood, the lineage, the lineage Writing down the truth on every single page and image One hundred seventeen billion came before this moment I ain't waiting on a co-sign, I'm the owner and component Building up a kingdom that outlasts the final cycle Every line a statutory code, every verse vital A hundred twenty-two years, that’s the ceiling on the flesh So I put it on the tape so the soul stays fresh ​Act III: The God (Macro View / Triad Peak) Thirteen point eight billion years in the dark Waiting on a single mind to trigger off the spark K to the Q to the G on the map That's the King, the Queen, the God inside the rap Ason part one, one man army in the room Youngdmoney with the light breaking through the heavy gloom The algorithm's locked, the grid is set in place I took the math of the universe and carved it in my space.