[Intro]
One, two
A one, two
A one, two

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I've been in the cut like disenfectant
A monster was born October 27th
Extra terrestrial I am not from this planet
I came here to create while doing some damage
That's ironic
No one cares about what they say as long as they single selling
Been giving them food for thought
There's a steak for your cerebellum
Aiming at your temple, but I'm far from sac religious
I've been trying to teach these lessons, they just had some rapping in it
And they wouldn't listen unless I was using Ebonics
Everybody on the same fad, super sonic
I move in silence cause people too loose at the lips
I've been dolo for a minute
I've been a loner from the rip
Homie this ain't nothing new I'm just warming up, free throws
Finna cannibalistic these sucka MC's I eat those
45, returned for my seconds like give me more please
Came back killing address me as Mr. Voorhees
I'm a product of gospel music and hip-hop
My vision mapped out ain't got no time to take a pit stop
Light years ahead and they still talking bout they wrist watch
Better step up your game cause pretty soon you're finna get got
Funny how nobody tryna help you on your mission
But soon as you get some bread then you attracting all the pigeons
I'm on my Wyclef man I'm came to settle the score
So tell me how you want it, falsetto or metaphor