[Verse 1]
The [?] uncursable king to being versatile
Test me and get your title took like something personal
Kill ya three times, into the future I run
So the DVD of part three will drop before part one
My style complex, everything you trying to be
You couldn’t figure it out if I gave you the ‘i’ and the ’t’
I broke in your thought bank and deleted it
See my words are like minutes
Neither’s the same as the one that preceded it
If this appearance started speculation of my involvement
Each body part went to his wife in monthly installments
To try to speak my bars is insubordinate
Your tongue will dissolve like it was dropped in a toxic flammable solvent
Attack your consciousness and enthrall it
Scholars said explaining me is like a phone with no number, they can’t call it
All in all, I brawl with maximal gall
Lyrical shadowboxer who sprawled and left cracks in the wall
[Hook]
I make ‘em tap out
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
I make ‘em tap out
Have you so mad you gon’ wanna pull a strap out
[Verse 2]
If I beat you in ’99, the level etched in your mind
I’m ten times better now
So if you reach it, you still ten levels behind
I harpoon the invisible symbol that marks you
My [?] so far away that the light was dark too
When you see the hovercraft, know that I’m at the helm
My thoughts stem from a source that exists beyond the mortal realm
In actuality, you’ll never reach the science in me
Until you learn how to reciprocate the sky and the sea
At the loftiest peak is where my imperial seat be
My feet be so high the universe is underneath me
You can’t beat me so you surrender completely
I sweep through galaxies barely speaking [?]
They should exhume my tomb in 3099
And place my rhymes in their own Smithsonian-like shrine
Call me to the square, I promise you through
A child you ain’t even conceive yet got a better chance of living than you
[Hook]
I make ‘em tap out
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
I make ‘em tap out
Have you so mad you gon’ wanna pull a strap out
[Verse 3]
Let’s fast forward to the day I’m supposed to face your rhyme
I’ll bring a camcorder in case you think I’m spaced and blind
Feel me wrecking you entirely, won’t erase a line
Come back and show you that you lost so you won’t waste your time
My head space is a fertile intellectual oasis
Recreational planet to planted high speed chases
I walk acres of an infinite matrix in eight paces
I shift earth plates with my most basic rap statements
You in the mental basement, lackadaisical and complacent
While the thought rates of the ancient greats and mine lay adjacent
So many inimical verbal homicide cases
That me and the coroner are on a first name basis
Cranium overload, too many thoughts for your one brain
It don’t fit like seven cars parked side to side in one lane
Over you I floated with stealth
You couldn’t make the story end with you winning if you wrote it yourself
[Hook]
I make ‘em tap out
Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
I make ‘em tap out
Have you so mad you gon’ wanna pull a strap out
