Exes brought a lot of weight, so I came with a heavy heart
Uplifting my poetry, it's fit when I exercise my art
And the body so strong
And the lines in my mind that run are prime for a marathon
So my life get buffed up
Girls you really fucked up
See me on TV with Fallon
Might get cocky start freestyling
Wyling 'cause I'm going nuts?
Now these groupies showin' up?
Now this money holdin' up?
Back then I was just holding out
Just holding down whatever work was 'round
Just holding on, 9th inning on the mound
Holding in my golden goose
Egg me on and I lay the truth
Hold out Clark Kent in the booth
No doubt, now Superman on the move
Come out to show who I am
Let's get it straight, I know I'm great
My old self was heavyweight
So I lighten up and I write great
So I'm lightweight, and I easily
Get drunk on my Q's and P's
My etiquette hang over me
That hangover so naturally
So I'm Bradley Cooper not in that movie
But I'm Limitless when I get Deniro
Started zero then I took the death blow
Now I'm so fly they call me hero
I'm the rebel who deface the treble
Free bass, get high on my level
Kill myself, now I feel myself
Suicide notes I reveal myself
My higher self, my flier self
The best drug, I supply for wealth
That coup de grâce, that death blow
Let go. Feel special. Let it breathe...

DEATH BLOW
TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY
YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL
DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY
GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW
TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY
YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL
DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY
GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW

Your self-esteem feel low
So you have to take this flow
Let it run the course of vein
Till you feel what I do know

You wanna blow? Yeah! (x4)

If you ain't wit it I guess you ain't wit it
If you are then the bars I spar upon are vivid
Past friends hear me rap and are livid
'Cause I said I'd do it, it's done, I dun did it
Did it on my own like Vin Diesel with Riddick
But this is not a movie this is me authentic
Old me was so OG wit' it
Hustle like I'm Master P, so I have No Limit
I get no credit like my old card debit
Now my card got debit but my bars no credit
Till I spar with the stars and they drop from the image
With light speed might see them in a minute
Fugee turned Rebel turned Artist
Renaissance Man on the mic stand fuck being modest
Death Blow make flow 38 special
When I make my rounds better duck or get go
Say hi to the higher self
Say goodbye to the guy who would cry for help
I can't sell you death blow
Death blow is your confidence
If you let that shit flow
No bullshit, you feel nonchalant
Do what you want, do what you was put here
For, I'm coming 'round for Shakespeare
No black man coming after that man
They rather be Batman, and work on Robin
I'd rather be making history
Until I R-I-P, I be strictly evolvin'
Till the death blow,
The real one that say, "Let's go."
Where it go... nobody know...
Till then... enjoy the show...

Re-bel. Rowr.