Intro sample from the movie "No Country for Old Men" insinuating that since we are about to rap, you are in serious danger of your own life (1st Verse - Fick) Flood the block kid, cause I'm cloggin' up the drain And I'm flowin' more water than when Noah's Ark came Cause I reign down harder, plus my rhymes are getting smarter But you just a b**h to me, so why the f** do I bother? I carry on tradition with the gift that I've been given Rarely am I sippin', always got the dutch splittin' Fillin' it with mary jane, just to ease the daily pains That's my drug of choice, never ever will it f**in' change Weapon of choice, easily the microphone Catch me in the zone, I implode on a poem I'm doing my thing, right here, right now And I'm milkin' it for what it's worth, similar to cow Chicka pow, chicka boom, Fick is back up in the room Spittin' rhymes like dimes, shout out to MF DOOM I'm done with this for now, let me light up my cigar And you better not change it cause here comes The Czar (2nd Verse - Czar) I think you're preposterous, were chemical like phosphorous Get off of us, were prosperous I battle with my chatter as I gather my esophagus And vocal chords, I go explore your core And now you are an open sore, you hope upon the magic force But don't you know there is no hocus pocus focus more I'm potent with the paper and the plastic like a grocery store You know the score, I broke your door Down, around ya town I'm churning frowns Concerning now you're yearning but you're just a circus clown I'm burnin' towns, the verdict is ya hurting' now, ya flirtin' With a merkin' I am certain there's no curtain bow, converting now I ain't done I'm earnin' birdies under par Learning lessons are the peasants all because they heard The Czar Ridiculous the way I rip it up for the meticulous Listeners who waiting' for verse to turn and split they skull Here ya go, the pinnacle of rap is what I reach so peep the critical Condition now ya wishin' that its fiction but I'm cynical Here ya go, here's a rap to smack you here's a sicker flow Oh you cut my dome? Well I will regrow cuz I'm Piccolo Dragon Ball Z with the chatter bombin' k** the mayor with a kamekameah cuz im godly On the microphone when I bone you rappers I'll be Flushin out your color with a pinch just like im visine Blindin' y'all ya wonder if its hell and I'm a high beam But to me the rain is gone so it is clear that I see All equations and I solve 'em like I'm Albert Einsteen I know its Einstein, but this is is my line My set, my rhyme, my time I get Florida b**hes wet so I guess I'm high tide