[Verse 1]
Burn the sage on these corporate waves,
They know I'm a sadist, run these rappers grills on a lathe

Catching fades like baseball, I put em in a 7th inning stretcher,
Reflex measures are on display,
Toe-to-toe with me will get you gray scale

On a white tee with black eyes and blue disposition
Many parched (*##$es are thirsty for my position
I flow like Aquafina, they watch like dinner theater

Through a peep hole and grab the Peter
And they still wonder why I like the surface of Venus, and getting meaner
No amount of money is purchasing my demeanor

I got demons, fiending for younger souls to scream
I got demons, %#@! I eat with them
In fact they're the ones that tell me if I need more seasoning

I body rock the biopsy turntable,
All Cain and no Abel, all man and no fable
Panhandlers are looking at my flow for gold

Can't smell me, sniffing through a broken nose.
Throat stoic, ho, this is raw prose opium
From open-toed blowdian, honorable mention

Who started to get a name for $#&@ing up all the sessions
And ducking these life lessons all there is, is mic checking
Let me catch my breath for a second...


[Verse 2]
(Mother$#&@ers can't rhyme no more, about crime no more)

%#@!, they just go to twitter instead and settle scores
Your brain is looking pretty simple on the floor
I'm taking Armstrong steps while you're tripping on the chord

I'm stepping over your head, getting over these rappers
Who laying with stale bread in a bed, y'all some vegetables,
Doing white girl wishing you were white girls

Rapping with the white girls, dressing like some white girls
MC's are Avril Lavigne
And gotta do that Miley Cyrus just to feel like they're king

I wasn't born with the scepter and ring, I'm a klepto
Pterodactyl with 3rd rail mouth, it's but a dream
You better realize who the illest is

This ain't a game so I ain't $#&@ing with scrimmages
I can $$#ure you I'm real
Flash some paper and I'll start to appear

And my competition wants to appeal
I'm the best kept secret, tell your boys not to keep it