[Intro]
Goddamn it
Super-motherfucking-villain, goddamn it
About to get these millions, stack this shit
Yo, his dip tried to tell him
"Ooh, you're like the sun, chasing all of the rain away
When you come around, you bring brighter days"
She told him, "You're the perfect one
For me and you forever will be" (Microphone check, one, two, one two, one, two)
He told her, "I will rock this microphone always"

[Verse]
I hold the mic like n***as hold their girls tight
But I ain't after her, probably your Acura, pearl white
The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it
To be specific, more times than dimes in a briznick
When you broke north, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
At the Garden, true
That's the god in me, pardon you
Jeepers
I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper
Called back my secretary gatekeeper
Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling, you was stupid though
You know the supervillain (He is a super), ho"
I had this style ever since I was a child
I got this other style I ain't flip in a while
It goes, pure scientific intelligence
With one point of relevance
MCs whose styles need Velamints
And once the smoke clear, tell 'em it's
The super-motherfucking-villain, n***a came through raw like the elements
All ninety-nine, plus one of them
And with a flow to pull a fraud n***a file from out in front of him
When we with y'all, we had tons of fun
Me and my duns and them
Actual true and living sons of them
Dead planets and god-U's
Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's
Ooh, and won't feel remorse for shit
Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits (Damn)
Scientific, going berserk like Red Alert
I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt
To fund these experiments is where I went
Obviously dead bent and spent every red cent
To rule you and still drop more jewels than schools do
Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (Who?)
Yeah, you, who hear the most grimy suggestions
From brothers with fly names and ID questions
That's a secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible
Duns not ready yet for the incredible
Team of MCs who broke all fakes who thought they were slaughter-proof
Stomping through like North Face waterproof
Tat-tat, that's the end of that
After, hit the bar where baby girl bartender at
I told her, "More wine," mingling with no single mentions of
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