Mode II (feat. Logic)

Yeah, fall in line to fall back
 Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
 Before the roof went in the trunk
 The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
 My sickness should remind you of Christmas
 Cause I'm always coming down with something like a young Santa
 Understand there will be no rematch
 The kinda ass whooping you'll only have to open up one can of
 (Nickel Nine the God), huh
 You ain't rolling forward you're rolling wrong
 Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on
 I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go
 More than a 4 year old singing the Frozen song
 I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit'
 Then carve in your tombstone, "Heavenly father he wasn't ready
 To collide with with a force to be reckoned with"
 Do you boys know who you messing with?
 I'm with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest
 I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
 Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
 Pac's soul would come out if I died a big death
 Shoe connoisseur, who's finer, your bitch or my bitch?
 It don't matter cause you with my ex
 The name of my ex inked on you
 To me homie you extinct like a dinosaur
 You can probably find me spooning with a dime
 Looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom
 Looking like a huge China drawer
 I'm a motherfucking walking hazard
 Find me in the bodying department
 When y'all rhyming if y'all don't release
 Remind me of Prodigy partner, y'all can have it
 I man up, lifted the can up
 Killed the killer who ran up scared
 When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
 You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs, huh
 Cause I'm in motherfucking beast mode
 Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode
 (Know who I am) Beast mode
 Yeah, yeah, uh
 Fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it's about unity
 While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me
 Fuck 'em all, bitch, I'm still doing me
 It's you and me on the record I'll detect it like an infected nervous system
 I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten
 I'ma get it like the world is endin'
 Dependent on if it's impending
 Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I'm sendin' in
 The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving
 Finger fuck who ain't on improving
 We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them
 We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation
 I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation
 A revelation I'm facing, more secretive than a mason
 It look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent
 I come so far from that basement
 They look at me and know I'm in beast mode
 (Then it's game time) beast mode
 (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode
 (Know who I am) Beast mode
 (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)
 You roll down on me they gonna call craps
 We don't call cops we just rolls so they call paps
 Y'all in my office, similes all facts
 Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack
 Check your chalkboard
 Critics said things shit they ain't even killing they arsenals
 Me and the God flow
 Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller
 And poke your chest out like Cardinals
 Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine's a Newport
 Marlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq
 Pirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone
 Y'all go fetch and this is all from me being barked on
 And now your dog gone
 And I'm a daw-gone vet
 So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters
 My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her
 I was taught that when there's beef to just keep quiet
 And peep his pattern
 If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter
 Extendos, hanging out the windows
 Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window
 Hip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow
 The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take
 No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows
 The symbolism of me inside a diablo
 Playing Mariah, burning this money fast
 Until I'm all out of high notes
 Nigga my weight up
 So much that I no longer challenge haters
 From now on I'ma call out a high-low
 Nickel-Nine the God, huh
 (Then it's game time) 'Cause I'm in motherfucking beast mode
 Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode
 (Know who I am) beast mode
 Yeah, it's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper
 Motivated, underrated, most hated
 Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated
 Damn, this is my vision written without a revision
 Like I am lost in a matrix I'm everything but complacent
 Like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move
 Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic
 But I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered
 Cause I be in the lab for a month
 Searching for inner peace, do meditation like a monk
 I'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk
 Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk
 I master the flow, these up and comers have only spilt
 I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt
 I never truly admire the empire I built
 Cause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt
 At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind
 Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme
 First time shaking their hand for the fifth time
 Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind
 Used to count my money now I'm way up outta crate
 Far from an up-and-comer, my competition's the greats and
 I don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex
 I give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now
 Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water
 I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter
 And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter
 My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder
 It's nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of
 Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder
 See I've been at it from the start
 Married to the game 'till death do us part
 I'm in beast mode
 (Then it's game time) Beast mode
 (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode
 (Know who I am) Beast mode
 (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)
 I'm the highest, exalted
 Rappers are doing a lot of talking
 You're tired of me living then you'll prolly die of exhaustion
 The fliest looking like I've got a living stylus
 Later for sales, you know who got the illest album
 Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle
 Then I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Elba
 Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch
 Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch
 Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch
 Don't need bananas and Ben and Jerry's to get a split
 Wig, you know I'm big slipping through new equip
 Stop gassing you know we couldn't care less if you a chick
 The tech popping like a question get it right
 Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris
 (Nickel-Nine the God) I'm a beast
 Fall in line or fall back
 I'm plugged into the shooters
 What I say isn't forced with a connect
 So this ain't all rap
 We coned the perimeter in all black
 Like the back and forths with the connect
 Niggas get all naps
 You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas
 Couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga
 If you ever ever hear about me taking shit
 Best believe there's toilets in the safe
 And I'm on it eating spaghetti bolognaise
 And if you in my lane
 I hope you know you rolling with grenades
 I'm the coldest, you the hoest
 I'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees
 Then she gonna come through and delete my hoeness with a face
 (Then it's game time) Beast mode
 (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode
 (Know who I am) Beast mode
 (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)
 (Then it's game time) Beast mode
 (I'm a beast) Beast mode
 (Know who I am) Beast mode
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 5, 5'9, 5, 5, 5'9
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 PRhyme!