Instinct!
Let's get him, let's get him
Let's get him!
You know it's time when I get runnin'
You ain't ready for the big villain
Got that infrared line with a big instinct
You better get that fire armor
And stay in the slick lane like my life is insane
Time to set a precinct, psycho
Nah that's a lyrical instinct
Got a body full of instinct, distinct Vincent, like a saint, and it stinks
And no matter who you are, you've got an evil twin
Stuntin' for the rhymes and came with a plan
I live by the code and do it like a king
And they're puttin' their ideas like the beast and a simp
I don't play with your wish, all you do is snitch
I'm the man with the basis on a cold day
And came through here with a bat instinct
Goin' all out for the game it's freaky
The passion, and the very hard work
Now who is the illest
Four-door hinges in a spaceship and I flinch at it
And clinched in the game like a house finch
OG made you extinct, and run in the heat game
Like a checkmate
Now everybody is hustlin' with a day job and a little mindset
And you know it's bad to keep your mouth runnin' but
Here we go again
Let's get him, let's get him
Let's get him!
Fuck it! I'm out here like an OG
Spittin' and they're sayin', that I'm lyrically insane (Yeah)
Took you to the psych ward 'til you get sane
For tryin' to be sane
Your bars get drained and leave you with a pain
Your brain got stained and you're filled with the hate
You're back in the game with a weak instinct
Get murdered on stage and you went on a vac to improve your skills
Back from the vac and you got all the skills
Get on the stage and you started spitting flames
Killed MCs and you got some fame
And you still get the hate then you went all crazy
Spittin', lock you in the dormitory, and make you understand
Yeah this ain't no punitory and gave you food poisoning
And you're about to go vomitory in a world of damnatory
We have got no feudatory, wrote this like a signatory and
With laudatory, listen with auditory while I say my decretory
Rap is just allegory, doin' is mandatory I have been dilatory
Put you in a category and force in a dialogue it's gonna end in vainglory
You're eatin' a lot fumitory I'm markin' all my territory
And killed you like a ghost story and send you to a crematory
Or kill you like in horror movies and send you to the cemetery
Jones!
Instinct!
Let's get him, let's get him!
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