The Atlas Complex/ Solomon's Theory

(Intro)
Got Gotham on my back.... 
Un..... Couth

(Verse 1)
I told my moms I'd make it far/ put it all in on these bars/ count my stars, push until I can't no more and disregard/ the bar, that limitation/ like weight classifications/ bad representation or project housing placement/ just get a fatter bank statement, let that be my statement/ the green wont bring you happiness, but it'll make shit move/ make gears turn like corrupted cogs/ I write my blues, in blacks on whites spawned for many dawns/ kings, bishop or pawn/ A Queen to set it off/ then set it off/ As i read it off/ I made a promise, told myself always keep it honest/ Embedded in my phonics, Ebonics, comics and my sonnets/ Uncouth to many, though heroic on the low/ the last dragon got the glow, a villainous approach/ body tracks like the iceman/ colder than Ice man/ or Iceland... Cooler than Mr. Freeze's life span/

(Hook)
I got my world on back/ got my culture on my shoulders/ chains around my neck got my scale tipping over/ carry on the weight, shit i’m destined for the come up/ I'm Atlas at this, stand until my runs up/ from the slums of Gotham, I'm justice in the nights/ I'm chaos in my plights/ I flip a coin despite/ a self constructed perception of perfection/ a Solomon seven day history and resurrection/


(Verse 2)
Currency is made in trust of the messiah/ I'm stacking them to pay priors, the percentage is higher same reasons why I'm/ up early crown worthy got a mind that's king worthy/ a voice thats unworldly/ and though love changes, these days its about what amount to/ well that depends.... whats the amount do?/ cause them checks ignite them flood lights like the levies/ niggas talking about phantoms son my chevy barely runs/  ain't no shame we on the grind shunned niggas taking aim/ while I up hill climb, to maintain / an apparatus skilled with the mechanical/ machinery an animal I show My teeth, and alligator mandible/ reach in, get torn up, I strike like mum chuck/ have you throwing your hands up like what a nun chucks/ I'm young trunks, aint even seen my true potential/ got 16s and murder schemes  all in sequential/ on instrumentals I'm a savage with a pencil/ sporting a mental, you couldn't trace up with a stencil/ rebel credentials Mastered the essentials/ Advanced like I meant to, with no consent due/ on the real...... 

(Hook) [2X]
I got my world on back/ got my culture shoulders/ chains around my neck got my scale tipping over/ carry on the weight, shit im destined for the come up/ I'm Atlas at this, stand until my runs up/ from the slums of Gotham, I'm justice in the nights/ I'm chaos in my plights/ I flip a coin despite/ a self constructed perception of perfection/ a Solomon seven day history and resurrection/