Halftime E

Yo. Come on. Come on. Under. Under. Yalah, yalah. I'm the sum of every slain legend They tried to erase. The illest verse architect, Blueprint etched in my face. While you trend for a season, I'm the reason Seasons change. I bend time with these lines, turn Water into champagne. It's halftime, I'm coming for the head of the Game. Microphone mercenary, legacy soaked in my Name. Halftime, this the final quarter flame. Bow down or get devoured, ain't no middle terrain. You do acrobatics, I do algebraic calculus on the Track. Turn your favorite rapper's whole catalog to A mere catalyst. This that bridge between the old gods and the New wave. I am the architect, bow when the Blueprint is displayed. It's halftime, I'm coming for the head of the Game. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Halftime. Nah. What, What, what, what, what?