Retirement Era [outro] lyrics

[Verse 1]
All up in your head like Professor X
JMCEE is back, I am the emperor of decks
Killed the rap game, call it a post-mortem
I’m over this King sh*t like Freddy Thorne is
I’m the North East master, forget my past yeah
I don’t need anybody to vouch for my dash
Beef me in a gun war, I think you need a class
He got Merked lyrically in the lyrical clash
I got a new pair of shoes, with my brand new P
10k is normal and that’s every single week
You’re over here scrimping like the Beatles are 64
BBL Drizzy got gotten, he’s an OV-Ho
Leavе you like P Money did to Dot Rotten
I’m thе scene splitter like a lyrical divorcing
Tear you limb from limb like a wolf, you’re dead
Ambushed him, left him still like distilled bread
Meet me at Trafalgar Square, can’t wait to greet
Taylor Swift in the scene but I can still compete
Retired for a minute, now I’m back for another two
Got 4 albums in my brain, another 8 in my shoe
Another 16 in my notes, that’s exponential growth
Deluxe albums till then like gardening hoes
Retirement Era II, I guess we’ll have to see
Maybe I’ll forget about it like a lobotomy
So many projects, I bet half you ain’t even processed
My last album that dropped a week ago, hold this
What is it? It’s a ticket to my downfall
The date inside? Twenty-one-fifty-four y’all
I got a lot to say but only a finite amount of time
That’s why I hide messages inside my rhymes
Maybe one day my children can read these lines
And reminisce on 2024 and the greater times
But until then, I keep rapping and kill them
MC’s who are in my way, I just shiv them
Amazon Prime the way I literally ship ya
Dwayne The Rock flow the way I hit ya
Fight Night 3, I’m the best making history
Saul Goodman 3, still insane how it sounds lyrically
I ain’t a vocalist, but expect live performances
After 500 songs, it’s time to hit the Tour Bus
(Hahah)