Every time I get on a track, yo it's a hit, man/
It's like they want me to kill all these beats, I'm the hitman/
My haters talking riff raff, dropping my name in chit-chat/

But I'm feasting on these beats, man I just rip'em like they're giftwrapped/
And I'm gifted with the raps, I'm such a novelty/
Flow on point like I'm a master with the archery/

I'm cracking and I'm bodying the tracks that people want with me/
I'm crafting and I'm mastering a dazzling philosophy/
But actually I'm out of reach/

I'm in space with some aliens that rap with me in martian speach/
Because they're better than half of the kids that rock a beat/
It's galaxies we're crossing while you're practicing astronomy/

And it's sort of scary, I storm heavy/
It's madness. I'm Smashing like Nigel Thornberry/
So while you worry 'bout how I be spitting raps/

I'm on Saturn with some rappers that really don't give a damn/
I'm chilling, not breaking a sweat when I give'em hell/
'Cause you can't touch these lines, I'm spitting'em parallel/

I spin'em like carousels, you're catching a pair of L's/
'Cause I'm the winner you are, I'm winning this, can't you tell?/
I'm ill, you shouldn't step in the ring/

Because I take beats and I set them to flames like Adele in the rain/
You see, you do irrelevant things/
So I guess that's why you feel the need to mention my name like every day/

Man, I'm so effervescent/
My effort's essence is better than my competitors you better check it/
Yo, I'm hella wreckless, I'm getting hectic with every sentence/

My pen is penning, lose if you bet against it/
You see I'm that major with mad haters/
Your team full of squares, graph paper/

Kill'em now, laugh later/
Alligators and sand paper/