The Traveler

[Produced by J. Period] [Hook] Take your mind on a trip with the traveler More spit than you fit days on the calendar It's amazing how I blaze all the challengers Raise up the bar, raise up the caliber [Verse 1] We get it high, we 'bout to keep some low You looking at a Brooklyn cat that's finna blow I'm considered so dangerous The cops about to hop out with they Glocks out while you banging this You get arrested for molesting my ears There's no respect for that in jail, you get molested for years Where the record in your skin permanent like tatted tears You got tats where I spit at your face, face your fears I'm the light facing the deer when he run out on the highway You stuck like you in the parked gear in the driveway Fuck why these dudes up in here looking sideways Killed the game without rhyming or saying I'd do it my way I fuck with the mixtapes, record deals, real estate Tour dates, more and more flights for the family Feel the hate, still feeling great, making fantasies Come true; when I come through, it's insanity [Hook] [Verse 2] Rappers is filled with hate like the spit of a bigot They thinking smaller than a midget on Jiminy Cricket And then I hit them with some shit that's cleverly wicked It's an unfortunate event, like Lemony Snicket What up, sonny? Go easy like the bees made honey Why give you the cure when the disease make money? The fire that forever burn When they say your fire that burn out They say you're turning in every dollar ever earned Some niggas never learn; some niggas get it, though I get in the beat like Lee Gonit parking Indigo My record finna go like twenty-four inch rims Or two chicks on E -- they spinning, nigga, they spinning! We winning, nigga, we winning; this is straight up and down This ain't bullshit they made up, like the face of a clown Got they knees buckling from the weight of the sound But they fiending, so they leaning when they playing it loud [Hook]