The Landing (feat. Wasiu)

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 worried I ain't mad that's the plan though

Imma 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 plastics, and pictures of the crash hit

Put him in the past, he looks as them in a casket

I won't be a stat, consequences of your actions

Attacking, I'm a fallen angel, my decent is from the heavens

My whipping is a [?], 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

Imma 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

Imma crash land right into your damn jaw

Wishing for my downfall

I ain't worried I ain't mad that's the plan though

Imma crash land right into your damn jaw

Imma crash land right into your damn jaw

Bars are sent, stars are ending, this is armageddon

Songs are gettin' blown, call my squad, it's on the terrace

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? Probly many

I'm laughin' at the videos, I'm 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, hear my targets for [?]

My penmanship is sharper than your barber's blade

They couldn't catch the [?] 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 thet be sayin' that we all the same

Don't try to sign me man, I probly 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