[Verse 1]
Look
Catch me in the bay, trynna send a package up-state
20 P's of each box wrapped in a package and tape
I ain't never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist
N***a get out of pocket, I'ma put you back in your place
Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I'm straight
Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe
You said you iller than Machine, that's like a slap in the face
You can't match the raps I create or tracks that I make
Ayo look, hold up
That was a 8? (Ay that was the 8th bar)
I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I'm great
I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace
You see all these racks that I make at a staggering rate
I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape
Smoking gas with my n***a Berner in the back of a wraith
I promise most of these rappers is fake
Last n***a fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th
I know that was a 16 but fuck that
When I rap I go apeshit
So when I'm slighted that's a mistake
It be the n***as that you got love for that come after your cake
You seen "Paid in Full", what happened to Ace?
Aghhh
[Chorus]
Uh, I'm in rare form (uh-huh)
40 on my hip blow a n***a airborne (Boom Boom)
Rare form
I'm in a whole 'nother zone
Well, tell the n***as I'm in rare form
Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy n***a)
'Cause on every song I'm a motherfucking monster (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form n***a)
Motherfucker I'm in rare form

[Verse 2]
It's the almighty machine
Ain't no rapper hard like or got bars like the machine
All night on the scene, sold raw white, it was clean
In the yard right, I kept this AR pipe with the beam (Brrr)
Don't think I'm slippin', the four right in my jeans
I will let it off and send four right in your spleen
The big dawg, I ball like I'm Kareem
With the hooks, they ain't know that the bull write it this mean
I'm a God, right? And you're like Cartwright
From the free-throw line, I take off like I'm LaVine
All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends
Slept by the doorbell when all night it would ring
The boy rock the McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams
She don't rock the Coach bag, my broad like the Celine
Coppin' the designer things and all type of new bling
Rocking Louie, Supreme, give long pipe to your queen
The machine
[Chorus]
Uh, I'm in rare form (uh-huh)
40 on my hip blow a n***a airborne (Boom Boom)
Rare form
I'm in a whole 'nother zone
Well, tell the n***as I'm in rare form
Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy n***a)
'Cause on every song I'm a motherfucking monster (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form n***a)
Motherfucker I'm in rare form

[Outro]
Line 'em n***as up, man
That's my word, line 'em n***as up
And not none of this shit hit no pen and paper n***a
Ain't none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, n***a
I just stand in front of the mic and let that shit go, n***a
Drums, we flood n***as
I'm in rare form, n***a
(Come on, n***a) Y'all n***as can't fuck with me when I'm just doing like this
Ayy, how y'all gon' fuck with me when I write it, n***a
I mean ask yourself
Is you fuckin serious n***a
Machine, bitch
Yahhhhh