Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Taste the fury of the black fist
Truly giving bars like the jury do the black kids
This ain't a game boys, purely for the practice
I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic
They love to bring a nigga up and blast him
Blind him with the flash, take some pictures of the crash
Put him in the past, he looks handsome in a casket
I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions
Attacking, I'm a fallen angel, my descent is from the heavens
My whippin' is impending, then the blood is ever reverence
The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits
In only words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence
But I'm no Messiah, I was hired by the most high
To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods
Destroy empires through the wire while you're so high
Cause I'm not a writer, I'm a choir filled with coke lines
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shootin' star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shootin' star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
I'ma crash land right into your damn jaw
Bars are sent, stars are ending, this is Armageddon
Songs are gettin' blown, to call my squad ‘cause I’m the terrorist
I spark attention cause I'm smart and darts [?]
I'm from the gospel, when I talk it must be condescending
This ain't for stardom, this for starving bellies
How many artists jelly? Prolly many
I'm laughin' at the videos, Im calling [many?]
Le-let's get this party started, where my bottle of Henny?
Collision course, I'll blow you all away
But with precision, hit my targets with a [?] aim
My penmanship is sharper than your barber's blade
They couldn't catch the punchline so they caught a fade
I couldn't catch my temper so I caught a case
They couldn't catch me slipping so I got away
To the old heads that be sayin' that we all the same
Don't try to sign me man, I prolly know your daughter's name
Almost there, I'm getting closer, see the grind approaching
You're looking hopeless, cause I'm so big that I'm out of focus
The game explosive, grab my shoulders, I'm bout to blow shit
Catch a free ride on the motion like a stolen Opus
Yeah, wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't woried I ain't mad that's the plan though
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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The Landing - Apashe
