I'm not the bed intruder, don't hide your kids or wife
But when I'm spittin', you just may wanna hide your mic
I'm sharp like a butcher with a knife
Cuttin' up rhymes, so fresh and so tight
I'm not like Tyler, but I create ya, rap slaya
Numerata and denominata
That means I'm the One
And It's like I'm standing next to none
Lethal like guns, boom, you're done, hot like the sun
Cool like a breeze, got chumps on their knees
Praying for at least half of my steez
Plus s**ahs haven't even seen what's up my sleeve
The bee's knees, mafioso: Mr. Freeze, need Enron level greed
To get reach my status and supersede my seed
Despite what you think, I'm what the people need
If you understanding that then we're agreed indeed