Thunderclap… thunderclap… thunderclap… Separated from the pack to cut slack, still in tact, keep a bloody ax Razor on my back to cut fat, ain’t no piggybacks Built this scratch, crosshatched as a solo act Know that as a fact, put Designer Rap on the map Ransacked a myriad of books to form my own hack Throw a bitch back like a kodak if she get off track Bric-a-bric, known to mix and match, the art of being Black Cracked the code of universal law and aphrodisiacs Adapt like a zodiac when opposites attract Keep a tab of the hours, in the lab like a rat Might I add, I gotta jab like a champ, still a gentle man Everybody don’t deserve the stamp, protect the brand Ironclad, off the grid with my own flag Took a hike up the canyon, ready for combat Live to tell the story, thrive for the glory, never lax Insomniac energy, hell, I climbed to the max Bet on myself, no need to ask Cause daily deposits is like metaphysical cash Not to brag, but I’m on they ass And you can’t see the bag cause I done paid it forward, it’s the aftermath Got my mind ready, took a stab at it, first hand Kept my aim steady, made my own edits, followed plan Kept the edge, jumping off the ledge, now I’m in demand Made the sacrifice and signed myself as the best man Hardcover nigga, rolling up a paperback Been on a Quest for the Tribe like the Abstract Lumberjack, chopping 'em up like Chad, Geto Boy like Brad Rose from the ave, tip for tat just like an Outkast Diplomat, I came to bridge the gap, look how I interact Strategically attack, you burn bridge, ain’t no coming back It’s all about the impact, live from the launchpad Never seen me coming til I hit’em with the ThunderClap! Never seen me coming til I hit’em with the Thunder, Clap! Ugh, you see when it rains, I reign supreme Supreme nigga, I know you niggas see it It’s coming down nigga Designer Rap!

Previously on DRT Ugh, yea-yea-yea-yeahhh All aboard, welcome to the tour The gallery’s open, the gallery’s open, oh yeah The gallery’s open, the gallery’s open, I say Whoa-oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-whoa-oh, whoaaa-oh-whoa Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, oh-whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, oh-whoa, oh-whoa Welcome to the tour, the gallery’s open Oh yes, I know it’s long overdue, but hey Masterpieces take patience, peep Here’s an overview to keep ya in the loop So go ahead, remove ya shoes Grab some wine and cheese Perhaps a cup of fruit As I proceed to walk ya thru It’s so imperative, I control the narrative, on every canvas Wrote the characters to be declarative, in every stanza Dedicated to it, full of passion Know I’m full of color, getting active Never seen a rapper so adaptive Messy palette, method to the madness Sensitive about mine Though I show no emotion, I’m heavily devoted Po’ pimpin’ the potion, stick to the notion Might keep a few loaded Unapologetic, undeniably ready Un-parallel to the scale, it’s heavy But I trust it, wear my heart on my sleeve unflustered Flow to a frequency that you couldn’t conceive in ya wildest dreams Could be extreme, a bit unforeseen but Mustered the faith to push me forward Hard since they cut the umbilical cord Here’s a toast to all who watched me starve When the info could’ve put me on my feet bruh But ya gotta write ‘em off if you really wanna put yourself on Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, take it for what it’s worth Just don’t take it lightly, approach impolitely, it’s on This my turf, my playing field, this is the art of verse This my art, this my platform, this is my body of work Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, make of it what you will It’s yo interpretation, yo opinion, but it’s my career This my craft, this my canvas, this is the concert This my dream, this my seed, yo this is my gift to earth See I just need an ear to paint the picture clear, pioneer Bumping like six by nines, show up right on time like a cavalier Charming yet alarming, plant in seasons like I’m farming Bout as sacred as a psalmist, what you need? I’m like a pharmacist Developed a skill to make me one in a mill, look like I’m running up mills On top of the bill, since art been paying the bills, it’s like a meal on wheels I’m healing the ill, I’m willing to give or kill, just keeping it real I’m giving ‘em chills, like Amityville… that’s mass appeal Color outside the lines, write beyond the margins, think outside the box I move in counter-clock, in due time, you’ll see it’s lonely at the top Breaking the padlock, minting my own tokens, running up stocks This is my sandbox, play by my own rules, marbles and rocks Don’t take no prisoners, accept no visitors Don’t fuck with those who couldn’t envision us New exhibitions got my ammunition up Juxtaposition of a composition, limited edition Fulfilled the mission to precision just from holding vision Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, take it for what it’s worth Just don’t take it lightly, approach impolitely, it’s on This my turf, my playing field, this is the art of verse This my art, this my platform, this is my body of work Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, make of it what you will It’s yo interpretation, yo opinion, but it’s my career This my craft, this my canvas, this is the concert This my dream, this my seed, yo this is my gift to earth I mean, I really did this shit man I mean, I… I kinda kept this shit under my hat man For about 4, 4-5 years really Just not telling nobody shit man Cause mutherfuckers just really couldn’t see the vison Just to be touring throughout the pandemic Man this just really kind of surreal to me When I really just think about it I’m just like damn nigga You really on fucking tour Designer Rap, designer rap

I paused the podcast, however, I’m still dropping jewels Recalibrated pivot but never snooze Highest level of game is none, just keep it cool Shoutout to Adobe, I’m just sharpening my pen tool Cut ya out a photo with a bezier curve, digital murder Then do the murder man dance like I’m Bobby Smurda Kung Fu Bruce, I’m kicking back like a burner Still online with the LinkedIn learners Breaking the mold, nigga my wrist still churning Picking up Uber Eats, my belly still yearning Universal lingo got me touring cross-country With southern drawls and slurs you probably never heard I’m from Tex-Tex-Texas, can feel in the presence Surf the Amazon from A to Z, got rid of all my X’s Nope, not no middleman, just me in the Flesh Gotta Bone to pick with anyone who wanna detest Cause the best version of me is the best to ever do it Some niggas had a chance, but they chose to fuckin blow it Some bitches had a choice, but no guidance, they were clueless And I prefer wisdom over ego, hoe, you foolish? Not the judge but I do observe, do not disturb If the energy is off, sometimes you gotta curve Read between the lines just to get the word Master yo emotions, can’t let ‘em get up on ya nerves In God we trust, all others must bring data In other words, opinions don’t really matter No validation is needed, to me, it’s all chatter You stagger while trying to gather for lack of subject matter I got bars bout as nasty as Nas—pause I been wired up since Ye had the locked up jaws Not a fluke, just the effect of the cause, I been on the job Shooting for the stars, against the odds Getcha business right before ya see me Cause I cultivated a seed with arms to outreach me From Master Teacher to Super Hero, I’m peaking Binging on the technology blast, I’m geeking If ya know, you know, but if ya don’t, good luck It’s best you discover ya self cause it get tough When you on the cusp, sinking in the mud, city of the clutch Living off the cuffs, first blood, diamond in the ruff By the way, I’m still serving subpoenas So an open door policy for smoke is not as issue Heavy is the crown, this is kingdom building No complaints, just the price of being in the arena Like a loner of the pack, I don’t run with herds Fully emerged in a quench of a thirst, guess I’m on the verge Not ya average bird, I diverge with an eagle-eye surge I can splurge anyday, I gotta way with words Oooh, oooh, aww yeahhh Cut ya out a photo witta bezier curve Gotta bone to pick with anyone who wanna detest Uni-universal lingo got me touring cross-country I’m from Tex-Tex-Texas, getcha business right before ya see me By the way, I’m still serving subpoenas I got bars bout as nasty as Nas No middle man, just me in the flesh Loner of the pack, I gotta way with words