God Complex

The breaker of hearts, the maker of art
Any contender, I take 'em apart
Painting a masterpiece, so please
Think twice, the kid’s nice
Double-X L for the crown
I’m king size
Keep your mince pies
Peeled for the premiere
Sparkling like Perrier
Oh, shake your derrière
Dapper old school bredda, yeah
Fred Astaire
Yet I’m still ahead a year
With the freshest wear
Best prepare for the final instalment
Blessing DJs with a vinyl endorsement
Ride with the horseman, headless
Still young and restless
In a sleepy hollow getting head rest
Kiss of the temptress, the dark empress
Making ya look at life through my eyes
While they’re leaping like Sam Beckett
I hold it down when I’m going for mine
I go for gold when I rhyme
It’s such a sight to behold
When I’m holding a mike
I’m vulgar so the media expose my grin
Then it don’t matter
Whichever media they’re capturing the moment in
We’re working on an empty stomach
And I don’t care
If you only pressed a hundred
And every single record’s numbered
I’m in tune to ya campaign
I chewed through the rat cage
Man a making moves from the Batcave
These magazines
Want a standard fee to have my feature in
When the work rises
Start to switch like chameleons
I stick to my mission statement
Free agents sing my praises
I got 'em anticipation
You’re in the lab, ducking down from the sound effects
I’m in the lab working with legends, yet I never felt I’m out my depth
The grounds keeper got my corner locked like house arrest
I’m tryna make a mill and put a Jacob chain around my neck
I can’t call it
I apply pressure
Roaring out of control
Born to rhyme, Illmatic and
My location, NG, full time
Occupy my post with a
Played fools for food for thought
Rapping freelance
Bull to a red rag
Dream about the 'get back'
Get out, 1; get out, 2; we got the get out clauses
Head out each night to paint portraits
Code jacking the plaza
Baseball jackets and black hats
Best profession
Spray bars aggressive
Finishing touches to the three part epic
Cappo signing off
Imperial, Grand