Look…
I never needed a backing track or an instrumental
Your shit is dope, but my shit is doper. It’s liquid fentanyl
Instinctive channeling voices from my conflicted mental
Stepping on you snake ass bitches, while I be spittin’ venom
I’m not a rapper, I’m a lyricist
Difference is the words really actually matter when y’all be hearin’ this
I was an addict before I ever smoked weed
Ended up a dope fiend sick up off the morphine
In addiction, I was vain and arrogant
Sticking needles in my vein to numb the pain with heroin
Out in Maryland, living dastardly, sick catastrophe
Now I’m penning masterpieces effortless and passively
There’s never been a lyricist before my time or after me
Who matches me. Musically, I was trained classically
I can play a scale in major, minor, or chromatically
On black and white piano keys, cackling sarcastically
I rock raw Japanese, denim-dyed naturally
Aged-leather patches, split selvage on the cotton seam
Ego astronomical, autotuned monotone
Cheesy rappers kinda flow like pizza that’s from Domino’s
Weed smoking rappers rambling while they chiefin’
Gettin’ mad up off the reefer, call it Animosativa
Lookin’ at you rappers like “¿Dondé éstas comida?”
In Spanish, meaning “Where’s the fuckin’ food at?” I’mma eat ya
It be the rhyme elitist, conceited no conceding
No competing no defeating me, I spit like I’m bulimic
Continue manglin’ sinew of any rapper at the venue
An animal, a cannibal. You rappers on the menu
Lost up in the ether while I’m sprinting circles round ya
And I’m essentially the teacher, you in detention while you clownin’
Astounding, profound and I deserve a gilded crown
I got the illest skills around, but I’m so diligently grounded
Did I mention? No other lyricist contending
They pretentious and demented
I’m relentless and cemented
I’m ascending, they deflatin’, they defensive, I’m elated
I’m a legend, they some babies, they defective, I’m amazing
Correcting they behavior with some epic ass flavor
Anyone stepping to me is essentially flattened into paper
Collapsing under weight – these rappers trapped in gravitation
Of the black hole that’s created from the mass of what I’m saying
My raps are super Saiyan, turning Goku and Vegeta
Into tofu in miso soup from Whole Foods that I heat up
In the microwave – y’all sweet as Mochi out the freezer
The holy MVP, like I be Kobe mixed with Jesus
Maybe LeBron or maybe Jordan – A god with how I’m scoring
I don’t fuck with petty talk – all the drama get distorted
Leave yo’ ass like Fetty Wap, lose an eye when I’m recording
You’re blinded by the light of my phenomenal performance
Holy fuck, I’m winning - and my flow is just beginning
Out at restaurants, I’m eating dover sole and duck for dinner
With dope and lusty women, I don’t be trusting in ‘em
They be Stolichnaya sippin’ while I’m sober, trying to get it
My wordplay intimidating, nerds stay insinuating
Falsehoods incriminating, find that shit invigorating
Guess y’all really don’t understand the skill involved in this
I’m to rap like fuckin’ Chairman Mao and Marx to Communists
In the rap game, I’m like Berkowitz or Dahmer in the murder game
Fuck the fake frontin’ and dishonest shit
I ain’t swervin’ lanes, I’m consistently just dominant
Fuck the President, fuck the Senators and Congressmen
Emperor of everything. infinite, Forever king
Married to the lyrics, throw the rice, cop the wedding ring
Amateurish idiots, can’t record or spit like this
Cancel tours of every other artist out ‘cause this the shit
Hip hop is founded on, raw fuckin’ lyricism
Y’all suckas ain’t nowhere fuckin’ near to skinny
Idiomatic, intergalactic, time, space-ripping and fracturing
Lyrical dimensional fabric – he can’t actually really be rapping
Now it’s time to finish. I’m the shit and y’all are bitches
My crusade the rhyme religion pillage and I conquer quickly
Lyrical beacon of shining light – blinding prism
Should have died of drug addiction, made it far beyond statistics
