I ain't written a sixteen in what feels like centuries
Twenty bars plus every time that’s how it feels it's meant to be
No plaques up but if we’re talking skills they mention me
At least they should though
It's possible I'm still a little salty, best believe I'm good though
Interject the laws of cause and effect overstood those
Understand, my aim was to do good and not just do well
They're underhand for the hundred grand
Teaching my son, to be a man from the son of man
To make a plan and to never try to stunt on fam
I'm heavy on wax, 200 grams
And only write during naps, so I'm focused right now
Shot my own vid at home, I'm in focus right now
My inner faith found a dinner plate in letters made of Scarlett
Bought a new interface I'm in Focusrite now
Beats, bars, scratching, running the boards
Pick one or become as useful as the blunt end of a sword
That’s what they first told me when I wanted to record
I choose them all and shouted “blasphemy!”
Swiss Army knife will hack them all
Because these times they are a changing
And to be a jack of all is actually mastery
Last to be asked to be a feature since I leveled up
Y’all don’t wanna wrestle with the creature
But for now, I’ll gladly sit back and be the teacher from the Atlas

Was dying my back blown from
The Atlas
My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No)
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
Was dying my back blown from
The Atlas
My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No)
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
‘Cause I’m finally back home

I travel to a whole other plane, than most cats be on
The next nebula and realm way past beyond
The mission Apollo, a paradox to follow
‘Cause to blast off the path you’ve got to splash the lawn
Plant then water it, the grass is gone, God grows it to polish it
On my Nasir call me Nasty Nom
Listening to Nom is like , listening to “Nom is Like"
Preemo was my teacher so they're listening to Nomis like, "whoa"
I was birthed from the old school, learn from these young bucks
Unearthed in these Pro Tools
The Middle ground, it's crazy we ain't so little now
Bewilderment has changed into pity
My idols have fallen, and haven't stopped complaining since Diddy
You be angry
I'll be claiming my city
O’Side
Ya’ll resurrected the Oracle
Gentrification made my location unaffordable
I bounced, V-Town, San Marcos, room and board I fold the booth up
Thank God that the Atlas is portable
On some broke rapper steady chasing my dreams ish
The birth of Malachi steady making my dream shift
These hospital bills they ain't cheap
But the Gospel can heal, so there we placed our worries and leaned it
When the sky fell at least then it seemed it
But my Rock provided way more than I could ever have dreamed it in the Atlas

Was dying my back blown from
The Atlas
My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No)
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
Was dying my back blown from
The Atlas
My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No)
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas
‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas

Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate
I’m married to the message you can save the date
Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat
Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate
I’m married to the message you can save the date
Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat