[Verse 1: Curtis] Time on my wrist: watch this I'm finna drop some hot sh** that'll make you pause and rewind Flow refine, I define the laws of physics with my third eye FEDs couldn't catch me with a bird, eye Travel to different plains, without switching lanes My mission to get it is vicodin, I don't feel the pain n***as boxed in with visions of cubic zirconiums I make pandemonium Diamonds shinning in my mind, I spit gold No Babylonian follow, I'd rather swallow the truth Fall in the booth with the boots of Astro Man with the roots of The Roots I get my high from the Tree of Life And the haze mother earth delivers I blaze make me consider making Mary my wife Catch the knowledge and get hooked on phonics Or would you rather catch a right and get hooked on? I bomb it With the same weapons of African Adolescences And catch the flow like J Cole, and cold enough to add a lesson Wordplay, school's in session I'm bout to take you n***as to cla** Drop math and science while throwing textbooks in the trash I inhale and you dying to breath, I'm dying to lead You in hell, just ain't aware I wear out my competition like Gucci and Coogi You n***as Coochie in the midst of making a p**no movie You actors and we raptors and rappers Now capture the moment without a Kodak I'm so that, and you so old, I'm so cold, and you so wack We getting older and wiser, while you getting bi-polar 'Roids would probably balance you out, I center and you valence it out Ain't got quite enough energy and I can't feel any empathy 'Cause when I Enter The Void, feelings get void Comp' gets destroyed, no sympathy for the weak and ignorant Check the pigment of my skin, I'm a king in the making.....