Y’all need to understand somethin’ about me
I don't never come down
Never come down
Never come down

You suffer from the coward syndrome, run when the trouble comes
My jaw pressure’s bionic, I chew iron like bubble gum
You and your crew pretend to be supermen, I’ll make sure you don’t move again
On a gurney with your ribs protruding through your skin
Amateur scampering in words sampling, I’m the champion
Examining the thoughts of men through a planet-sized camera lens
The plan I execute took Panama’s route
Shoot and leave your outfit redder than a Santa Claus’ suit
I’m the wizard but not that man from Oz
I channel Mars while you pop handlebars and tamper with Hannah Montana dolls
Stomachs split by God’s science
Consciousness leave you and your conglomerates crying
Like retired athletes at press conferences
Fry your thought metropolis quicker than pan sausages
Verses I drop and spit are easy to attract like opposites
My mind is bottomless so tryna follow this is like getting your esophagus to swallow baseball-sized throat lozenges
I’m so cocky that I’m hawking up confidence
Forget a can of whoop-ass, I’ll probably open up a box of apocalypse
My rhyme style’s described as androgynous
Cops say ya to comply with my politics, there's a seventy shot hostages
Compared to you, I’m overly gifted
If I sh*t outside and a horse sh*tted on my sh*t, you wouldn’t be worthy to sniff it
I’ll rout you, pass by you and lighter fluid-douse you and your spose too
Then Heimlich Maneuver a building out you
See your flow made a unethical spectacle
You need a twenty-two gallon metal receptacle to hold one of my testicles
Experimentally extract the best of you
Then dispose of the other 99% that composes the rest of you
From a plane, I tragically hang you
Magically change you into something that’ll actually scare the hell out of Criss Angel
Enemies leave with damaged extremities
And only I breathe the remedies
I’ve lived in eleven high speed infinities
Man, my softest verse will end yo life
Like a ten year old getting punched in the chin cold twice like Kimbo Slice
If you’re fly, have you choking up jewelry
If I ain’t dope enough, sue me, I’ll blast your chest and make you open up to me
Paragraphs I simultaneously release a couple out
In my mouth is a tongue and on that tongue is another mouth
That salivates typhoons, torture is coming soon
The hieroglyphic lyrics written on the walls of the mummy’s tomb
With all due respect, I breathe the heaven breathes
In benevolent degrees that span the diaspora and travel the seven seas
The question is why they tried to bodybag guy
He probably half high, my skills made a polygraph lie
I’ll smack you with a palm of [?] needles while my tongue releases lethal heat secretions like a bombardier beetle
I’m sharper than ever, each endeavor is thoughtfully clever
You half-steppin’ like a dude with his foot partially severed
You spittin’ raps that lack in potassium
While actually the fact that I’m an immaculate rapper is an axiom
No chance for the dome that I’m blastin’ in
Just like a doctor patching a rifle wound with tape, you malpracticing