[Verse 1]
When it comes to sets
Never claimed em, only flamed em
Gave them, nothing but the rawness, regardless
The artist, formerly known as Random
Burning mics like they was trees from Branson
And not Richie, shifty, quickly
Brothers wanna hit me if they rip me
Dress my body and wrap me like a Swami
I leave no doubt like Stefani
Lyrical Dalai Lama
Problem solver, I fly to Ghana
Calm ya, nerves, kicking wackness to the curb
I don't hold grudges, I give you what you deserve
Now they wanna ask how I chart with this
Put heart in this
I'm sharp, gold cartridges
My darts is just spectacular, when I'm rapping, I'm
Keeping the heaters, that's cause he's the
Grand champ, DMX before the cases
I'm in Vegas placing wagers on them Circus Circus tables, you know
[Hook: Mega Ran & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm
Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic
Lyrically I'm
A str-strange form, somethin' kinda lyrical, phe-pheomenal
Lyrically I'm
Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic
Lyrically I'm
Ask ya' friends, it don't stop
[Verse 2]
First things first, I mega, freaks all the samples, ample, I wax like candles
Or the man who, wrote Rosanna, I'm like manna, you know
Spiritual nourishment, for you cats who need encouragement, uh
Furnish it, just feng shui, no gunplay
Used to rock the Kia music, switched to Hyundai
Cause y'all don't know how to act
Can't bring the payments down low
Peep the funk flow
Really though, got the meanest ya haven't seen it
I'm in Phoenix with Felix feeling fiendish
Stroke of genius, I come in pieces
Broken Kit-Kats
Run the streets, while you sit back, waiting for success to come gift wrapped
No, no it ain't happening
Ran dazzling your career is unraveling
Battling a bit still, some wounds never heal
True spitter for real, ask the rest of the Guild
[Hook: Mega Ran & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm
Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic
Lyrically I'm
A str-strange form, somethin' kinda lyrical, phe-pheomenal
Lyrically I'm
Untouchable, uncrushable, fan-fan-fantastic
Lyrically I'm
Ask-ask ya' friends, it don't stop
[Verse 3]
'87, I was on the block reciting Robocop
'97, I would stop whenever Biggie Smalls rhymed
'07, I was nervous preparing my first drop
Now in 2017 it's about that time
There I is, major league like Charlie Sheen
Low down, dirty rotten, now easily forgotten
No options like quarterbacks under pressure
The top dresser Brock Lesnar, a lot fresher
With Kils on the pads, I don't think they ready for it
But can't ignore it, we keep it tighter that a corset
Your plans are thwarted
The microphone I use is cordless
I play a show with you, that's not always an endorsement
AZ to T-Dot, we rock the hardest
No garbage, most rap artists y'all are my targets
Lyrically I'm supposed to set it off
So don't call me a client, I'm the mother 'effin boss
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