Posessing eloquence, bringing the elegance/
A graduate of Harvard that studied rap and excelled in it/
Intelligent, and yes I can spit it dope without melanin/

More deadly than a whole smack of box jellyfish/
When I get a beat and then I spit fuego,
If you come against me, you better lay low/

Like I dropped my controller in the middle of Halo,
I don't play bro, get squished, Play-Doh/
Do what I say so, forget Simon,

Everyday of the week, I stay grinding/
Tony Hawk, the flow is hot,
Holding "Alt + F4" won't close my rhyming/

A rap addict and I won't go on the patch, hell/
I'll keep raping these beast, call me Theodore Bagwell/
My words are pastels marking the canvas of life/

Painting mental masterpieces with stanzas I write/
Granted, my time is spent on web-pages that damage my mind/
And with this A.D.D., yo, I can barely manage to write/

I'll franticly climb untill I'm reaching my destination/
Rap is running out of breath and I'm its ventalation/
Hesitation isn't in my repertoire, I target mics/

With impeccable precision and a natural markesman eye/
From the land of stars and stripes, I'm Arcanine with harder bites/
Always cooking stuff up in the lab like Walter White/

I'll take the win against any person I'm facing, dude/
And call the title Liam Neeson 'cause it'll get taken too (Taken 2)/
Been paying dues, and I'm about to go broke, see?/

You're chick is blowing up my phone with her emojis/
I recently ran into her and on this, you can quote me/
She said !@#^ sex ain't the only thing that made her whole week (hole weak)/

Call me Yoshi, I'm fricking dinosaur/
Leaving any competitor with a snapped spinal chord/
I be rhyming more than anybody up in the in-dus-try/

Brain shine brighter than a Christ-mas tree,
Always on point, I never miss a beat/
Spit pris-tine, Mr. Clean ain't fresher than me when I rip a free/

Everybody's begging to take me in, Winn Dix-ie/
It's a mystery the way I'm doing what I do/
To solve it, you goin' need to hire Scooby and his crew/

Those meddeling kid's will be telling you this/
I'm rap's Avatar, I mastered all it's elements quick/
Don't throw irrelevant fits over things you can't control/

Picture perfect, I'm on your iPhone's Camera Roll/
Like Amber Rose, people say that I'm (a) effing Wiz/
If you step to me, I'll turn you to a pessimist/

I'm excellent and not person here can change that/
Making haters roads rocky (Rocky), killing beats ASAP (A$AP)/
I'm Jason with a microphone and hockey face mask/

Waiting in the dark for you to come and get your face slashed/
I stand apart, that's word to my home, planet Mars/
They call me bicycle by the way that I handle bars/

Always resourceful, killing 'em with the vocals/
Stay rolling deep, so you better bring your snorkel/
A young local, everyday I'm rocking it/

Planing to go from the suburbs to other continents/
I got heart, you can ask your cardiologist/
Don't let me in, I'll turn a cypher into Auschwitz/

Everything? I'm dropping it, from vowels down to consonants/
To adjectives and adverbs, alliteration, and consonance/
Born dominant, an heir to the throne/

They beef with me and suddenly are scared when alone/
They think I'm there in their home, creeping, prepairing to go/
Introduce a chair to their nose, because my stare is so cold/

Right there on my bone, you can find the word "bad" imprinted/
What happens when I drop a rhyme is purely cataclysmic/
I could kill 'em with witty bars or a ballad now/

I wanna be the very best, reppin' Pallet Town/
Speedy with the lyric writing, yo, it's hard to wait/
My name's Hunter and you know that I got bars for days./