[Verse 1: Curtis Roach]

Central intelligance soul as dark as my melon is
Boy i'm cold as ice and my style as fly as the Pelicans
Mine is elegant, I turn you phonies to skeletons, working in the lab to be [?]
Rhyme development, I wrestle hippos and elephants to let you n***as know that you need to follow the regiment
Rolling up to trumps house with refugees and mexicans to beat his fuckin ass to let him know who hes messing with
Cuz we ain't ever gonna calm down, saying that "every single muslim is the one thats dropping bombs now,"
Bitch i think you dont know what you're talking about, cuz if you say that stupid shit up in my city you get called out
Im agrrevated catching cases with my statements
My flow is futuristic compared to all of you caveman
Luke skywalker im gaming these paname chicks
I got em bending backwards like Neyo in the Matrix
I be that superduperlicious hella viscious is
Tell these other rappers they ain't fucking with my penmanship
Mind the lyracist, my flow is hot as the candle kid
Rappers couldn't handle the microphones that i fiddle with
Cuz what i spit came out of Goha's hands
A jacket is an understatement for how cold i am
With these flows i am, number one, nothing better
I do this with my eyes clothes, i kill them with no effort
A summary, i sum it up in all these fucking letters
Chopping up these rappers like my face is made of leather
YO, its the style out the the regular
Here to make you move and then groove, dance etcetera
Step up to the stage and forever golden checking you
Come up with them gimmicks and you know we straight up decking you, yeah
Better act like you know
And tell these other people they can't cap on my flow motherfucka'
[outro]

Motherfuckers better know, yeah, motherfuckers better know

Forever Golden in the house
Curtis roach in the house