[Intro: Kemp]
Whoa!
Yeah, Insomniak, Kemp
[Verse 1: Kemp & Easton Serrano]
Dead ghosts on the floor, bet most for more
Coast to coast, flows ill, 'til they open doors
Eleven energies, what enemies coping for?
'Cause I could turn around and show it love
Like oop, she's yours
See, King Kemp been ballin' since 2011
Thousands of brethren bringing sounds from the Heaven
Limestone, LiveWire, hivemind of high choirs
Insomnia elements, I'm the fire, yeah
To be all in, you gotta be ballin'
The Kemp wizard been mixing like a cauldron
To phonies spending, cut for prime refuge
You only can be what your mind lets you
The 47's so ahead, plan the date
Bringing boom bap from the dead, reanimate
From FL to NV, we'll kick it 'til infinity
And maybe even drop more mixtapes than Lil B
King, his ideas is clear
Ending this year, sending the fear
Spread all the love, still kill billionaires
Kemp pencil game been on point, like a spear (Ayo)
[Verse 2: Easton Serrano]
Live from Uncle Sam’s Wonderland
“Lightening And The Thunder” Man
Rhymes I been rhyming, that no other can
They just tryna get a Phil, really
I can’t give a Dan, ghetto Pan
Quick to show my ass, Captain Underpants
Coming from the underground
All them rappers copy, no one has a sound
See me walking ‘round in your town, like I run it
“How the fuck he 17?” I can’t settle down
And I’m bound to come around, the nerve of my team
Brody, I bring it down
But if you broken all my trust, up and stuck
And I don’t give no fuckety fucks, you faggots genital suck
We going Hannibal nuts, and then we cannibal ducks
I’m keeping a buck, these bitches outta luck
Aye, word to Kemp, check my temp', at the moment it’s heat
This fire burning through your tent, I hope you get what you meant
That’s word to motherfucking Insom, rap game schism
The rest of all these yappers, I could take this fucking piss on
Haha, cutting game, scar tissue
Play you like guitar, hoping that these bars miss you
Switching on the gang, he got fucking scar issues
He not on par, not by a yard, I’m far against you
And that boy gon’ have to see for himself
Get the needs for his health
Or forever keep your dreams on the shelf
Word to myself, never lose my head to the wealth
Couldn’t take it to my grave
So, I just keep to myself, let’s get it
[Bridge: Michel'le & Insomniak]
(He was-)
(He was-)
(EZ)
(He was-)
(He was-)
(Insomniak)
[Verse 3: Insomniak]
I place a curse on your hearse
Without a curse in my verses
Worst is i ain’t in no versus
For certain, no more lurking
I'm headed to Heaven, no more working
I'm on full auto, no burst in my verse
We going worldwide, like churches
So, Socratic ain’t no erratic
I move calculated, expert mathematician
That's just food for thought, no dietician
I'm a wordsmith for those who listen
New York Times front page
Lions in a cage, I got conscious lines in a rave
Dying for trying to write against me, you in a rage
I'm calm and collective, you center stage
Your style so old, you just got a page
I’m on your ex timeline
I got a sharper mind than a knife
This the year of the Insomniak, no time for strife
Pride to the side during your demise
I'm feeling like Pac, All Eyez
I pledge allegiance to the bag, all rise
You medium, I'm gargantuan size
You speaking lies, my bars will not be summarized
Flows hotter than Florida summer times
My come up all “Not surprised” no “Wonder whys"
Just gimme the loot and nobody cries