For The Record - Torae

«Live from New York City»

«Rappers be takin' notes»

«Vigilante hardcore»

Just in case you thought the last time was a fluke

Here we go again nigga, right back in the booth

Right back in the groove

Back to the fact my raps spittin' is proof

I’m polygraphing the track, that nigga the truth

That nigga was choosen, one that we chose

One of the one y’all don’t want it with, with wonderful flows

I’m wondering if one these wanders wanted a dose of wonderama

Cause I don’t know impeccable quotes

Wrecked a few shows

Stage shit incredibly sick

One of the reasons that me and you Click

Preme

He mean a lot more than you guessed

I’m blessed every time we connect

A step closer to being the best

I’m being addressed by the press as being the next

All due respect, respect me to go for they neck

Direct steps, reckless regret, direction address

Directs niggas so they never forget

I wreck shit for the record

«Wicked when I kick it, yeah that’s ticket»

For the record

«I'm trying to get what I’m worth and not a penny less»

For the record

«Wicked when I kick it, yeah that’s ticket»

For the record

«Rappers be takin' notes»

«Vigilante hardcore»

I would like it to be known when I’m gone

And my zone and desire and my tone might have grown

But I’ve never been a clone

Ain’t never been condoned, together or alone

Every sentence that I’ve shown, respectfully my own

Niggas check for me

Write a check for me you’ll be gone

This is chess not checkers so I’m checkin' for the throne

I ain’t checkin' for the stones in your necklace and zircones

Or moissanite, I’ll destroy the mic for my goal

More than likely, you ain’t know

You might be in the pros thinkin' you Mike

And more like Ronnie Seikaly with the flow

This is precisely the show

The pros from the amateurs

Niggas did no flash of the cannon, don’t mean the camera

Still The Sun Rise In The East, Jeru Da Damaja

Came Clean, My Mind Spray, that Mental Stamina

Been a problematic and panoramic parameters

No need for cross examining

Nigga, just for the record

For the record, I am not for the fuckery

Lame niggas luckily, have stayed out of my lane

Was slain, what you gonna be

Doubt if you want to be

Known as the first rapper bodied to use a fucking Bugatti as a hearse

But you might

I ain’t really trying to listen to what you like

Put a lesson in my lyrics that’ll glisten in your light

My position is precise

The middle is what I like

Taking lyrical and literal, I’m lyrically right

Analytically ignite, recite for the payoff

My pen had been problematic since Agallah was 8-Off

You thinkin' of assassinating my character, you way off

Last attempt, when Shawn Kemp was in the playoffs

Hate talking water guns when I mention a spray off

But you can get Super Soaked when I’m letting the K off

My daily scheme is to get the cream like Bernie Madoff

And only Ferris Bueller get the Day Off

Nigga, for the record