[Intro]
This right here, homie
This that first take sh**, you know what I'm saying? For my real heads
All my real hip hop motherf**ers, they know they're Roots sh**, you know what I mean?
So we gon' get it like this
Let that beat drop, Psychological
[Verse 1]
I spit fifties and sh** hundreds
Do sh** that's undid
Spontaneously combust in these b**hes guts
I get 'em wet, no need to touch
Break their back like Dutches
Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch
Never the less
I'm never depressed
I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress
I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke MCs, like a f**in bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
d**h before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
I pop MCs like Hymens
Y'all gla** posing in studs but I'm a diamond
Now recon, you need to listen
I'm never dissin'
Unless your sh** is wack, I'll beat you into submission
Catch me fishin'
Cause I'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind
I'm a star watch me shine
f**ing your b**h from behind
Record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statue
Rhymes coming at you, God bless you
When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
Unless you a dumb a** motherf**er
(Psychological) Yeah, no want no more
f** it, ayo
[Verse 2]
Said this is mathematic tactics
Murder this rap sh**
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
Ah, yeah, (Turn my headphones up)
That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
Raw, rugged and rough
My alter ego, Mr. Tough
I'll call your bluff
Face to face never snuff
I murder you with predicate poetic balletic sh**
No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow
Then I grip the mic I'm in control
Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo
Half of these f**ers don't know
Yeah, all day
Drop tracks like that
All nuts in
Maryland stand up, that's it
I'm out, peace, one love
f** if you doubt me
(You are watching a master at work)
Dawg, Dawg, Would you care for a gla** of grape juice?
n***a, what the f** is juice?
I want some grape drink, baby