The Source- King’s Ransom [Crowns and Clouds EP] The infinite source

[Verse 1]
Working overtime
It's time to up the ante
Caped up and cruisin through the city
Like a vigilante
You don't even want to know
Half the shit that I'm planning
'Cuz it starts off with a bottle
And it ends up with a Grammy
I came back from the future
With my Marty shit screened on
Not sleeping on the job
But every day I've got a dream on
Right tot he Farscape
Way beyond the stratosphere
Bringing back my visions
'Cuz I'm tryna get some status here
Penny for my thoughts, nickel for the directive
A million for a poetic prophecy in perspective
Nope, not an elective
I promise I'm a core class
The same as all these radio reckless
Just with more class
Bourbon in the tall glass
Not coincidental
Unleash the monsters in my mind
Of our instrumentals
I apologize for snapping
I've never been sentimental
Just powerup like a sorcerer
My flows are elemental
Not a rental, here's the title
Yes, I'll produce the paper
Then I'll produce the track
To make the stacks, to blow the paper
I'm a mogul, show ya later
Royalty, so earn your favor
Loyalty's in short supply
They want the fruits of all my labor