Week 1 Submission

Fly High (feat. Ray New and Greek)[prod. by Nyck Cu$h]

What the Problem Is?!



V1

I’m weaving thru the scenery 

Nature is like art and I’m bleeding thru the greenery

Blood sweat and tears i am seething to the scene of me

Self reflection in rap, i’m pleading with the deeper me

I’m throwing on a beat for free

I thought that we was gon have fun and shit

How I’m rapping bout my life, it’s feeling like a punishment

Thought that I was taking flight, Now feel like I’m pummeling

My nigga shit is humbling

My mental health was slumbering

My outlook was darker than night, i felt the sun again

I walked, and then i run again

And you won’t catch me stumbling, of course

in these beats i be up in them, stuck in them, keeping it a buck with em without buckling and not mumbling remorse

I’m a force, of nature

The source

I’m giving you life, and plenty of wars

This a metaphor…the pen is a sword

Life is a balance hmm that’s what the pendulum for

With every sentence I pour

HOOK

This my special offer that I hand you in a box

My lyricism recipe I put it in a pot

THIS A SPECIAL ONE FOR YOU

V2

They just can’t wit us…

The special offer that I have is cantankerous 

This is what we do

Making music if you don’t we don’t fuck wit you 

i already said I pummel them 

Or, thats a mistake I said I’m pummeling 

I doubled up on that like theres a pun in them, ok 

Some niggas can’t live without rapping I’m one of them, ok 

I need to give my magnum opus and be done with em, ok

But me without my music is like if the sun gonna decay

I run up in ya place 

And give you music and love 

Amusement and hate, I fuse it

I’m not losing the rush 

When I do it I’m not stressed, I feel loose the butt

And when I stop I’m not doing enough 

The special offer that I have is my truth on this cut

I’m uncouth through the tooth

with my microphone check like

one, two

this the kung fu

that black kings really sung to

Special Offer (Prod. by Tapdaddy)

Ms. Red

[Detective Intro]

Case File 227

Missing Person: Berkken

Male, Rapper

Reported Missing: Three Nights Ago

Opening case notes for the record…


[Verse 1]

I’m the detective

Another case that I accepted

A missing person named Berkken, there’s evidence I’m left with

He had some rap notebooks

His content I ingested

They said he feared a monster

And I learned it was excessive

I’m thinking of the places he could go

His footprints showed him running in the snow

I think he lacked some confidence and flow

But what’s the point of running? I don’t know

I even found a witness

A loud mouth not minding they business

They said that Berkken don’t wanna rap, if Ray New in this

I asked him, what’s a “Ray New”, and I meant it

The witness said that it was beast…so relentless

And Berkken knew that it was a feast…and he’s against this

Because he know

To win Tapdaddy that Ray New is such an obstacle

Some rappers afraid of the flame and a lot of smoke

I even got a quote

He said that, “Ray New would smoke me like a pot a dope”

So many places that the plot could go

Berkken had a spiral and he’s in a mental hospital

I infiltrated and impersonated a doctor tho

I am the imposter bro


[Hook]

WHAT HAPPENED TO BERKKEN

HE SEEM TO DISAPPEAR WHEN I BE PUTTING THAT WORK IN

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM

IM THE TRUE DETECTIVE IM JUST RAPPING AGAIN


[Detective Case Notes]

Case File 227

Audio notes for the record

Subject: Berkken

I’ve tracked him to a psychiatric ward. The patient is admitting fear of something that he calls “Ray New”. To continue this investigation, I’ve assumed the role of a psychiatrist and from here on out I will observe him under the cover.

[Verse 2] [Berkken’s inner dialogue]

Hello my name is Berkken and I’m imagining this beast

I am his nutrition and everything that he might eat

I can’t enter the competition or rap over some beat

Because if I get exposed, then I might just seem weak

[Psychiatrist]

BERKKEN

IM THE PSYCHIATRIST

AND I CAN OFFER YOU SOME PILLS

YOU CAN TRY THE SHIT

ITS CALLED SURRENDEROL

YOUR EGO IT CAN DIE IN IT

YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO BALL

THE EVILS IM DESIGNING IT

STEP ONE IS TAKE THE PILL

STEP TWO IS THAT I REDESIGN YOUR WHOLE REALITY OF WHAT IS FAKE AND WHAT IS REAL

STEP THREE IS THAT I KILL

THE PASSION THATS WITHIN YOU, I ERASE IT LIKE A PENCIL, TIL NO LONGER CAN YOU FEEL

I MAKE YOUR MIND A HUSK

THIS IS GASLIGHTING THERAPY

I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK

I DO THIS JUST BECAUSE

YOU’VE BEEN STRIPPED OF YOUR AUTONOMY

I’M EVEN DRAWING BLOOD

I LOOK FOR WEAKNESS OR INFECTION OR ANEMIA, WITH LOVE

IVE GOT BERKKEN SO ADDICTED HE JUST NEEDING HIM DRUGS

OVERDOSING FROM THE RUSH

HIS SELF CONFIDENCE IN FLUX

Ay what the fuck, B?

I really just wanted to battle my nigga wassup with me???

I’m bringing the beef to this I give you a cut for free

I’m living in luxury

I put your play together

You cherry pick opponents then you run like Mayweather

You’re like straight leather

Flat without a pattern

I’m just better

They said you had a flat line

The EKG is severed

I think he has a DNR

We have to let him go now, I really think indeed we are

Rest in peace to Berkken who we know just can’t compete at all

I seen it all

I deem everything that I glean right through these scenic bars

I deconstruct you beautifully

Assassinate you musically

His last words were: do not make a fool of me

And here I am essentially tap dancing at his eulogy


[Eulogy]

*Good evening. I’m a detective and I was assigned to investigate the disappearance of Berkken.*

*I followed every clue and listened to every witness.*

*And at the end of the case… the truth was undeniable.*

*The monster Berkken feared…*