Your time began decreasing the moment I had my fuse lit/
With the knowledge of Mahatma Gandhi and Confucius/
No one can out-do this, beatbox, acoustic/

Hip hop, pop, rock, whatever I make music/
It's the cynical kid with a giant cranium/
My bones are made up of adamantium and vibranium/

Leave em looking like they ran into el chupacabras/
I'm ahead (a head) like Thomas Jefferson in Futurama/
I've got the eye of a tiger, fangs of a viper/

Spirit of a fighter, and the accuracy of a sniper/
Ill rhyme writer, owning every cypher/
You try to hate on me but yet you're one of my subscribers/

Take a seat while I take you rappers to school again/
Straight nutty, the Floridian hooligan/
Moving in on every kill with superior stealth/

My only worries are these flying, spiked, blue shells/
People claim there's a code that you need to get any wealth/
Well I got that code cracked like the Liberty Bell/

I'm spitting it well, Bruce Banner when he's angry/
Certified rapper from America to Beijing/
I'm sicker than a cancer patient with gangrene/

In it for the love, I don't need somebody to pay me/
Witty words accompanied by a golden flow/
Tell Pinocchio to say I'm garbage for his nose to grow/

Cause you know that no person can rap iller/
And no I'm not the next Eminem or Mac Miller/
I bring originality to a game where it's much needed/

A deadly force, Genghis Khan is who I'm succeeding/
I can write what you write in a year, in one evening/
Lyrical artillery, I'll leave the guns steaming/

A young demon just trapped inside of a human shell/
Rhyming's all I do and best believe I do it well/