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]