[Verse] Look, what you mean you heard my song but you ain't know the lyrics? That's like watching me perform, but I'm only in spirit Fake fans piss me off, they're whatever They're useless like calling a hike from a deaf center It's whatever, better run, duck, and hide 'Cuz if I turn to ghetto Einstein, the bullet shells will fly Right by that cranium of your's And if you coming at my clique, we banging on your doors Jahova's witnesses, you claiming you ripping it? You wouldn't be ripping it if opening Christmas gifts I'm sick as sh-, but I keep it censored I won't be dropping the B, S, F, or N- word Yeah, and I'm getting hyper than Tyga Kuniva, Diamond and Royce da 5'9" when it comes to a cypher Yeah, I'm the dude on top of guest names Einstein, A.K.A. the reason that you press play Coming with the metaphoric d**h threats I'm the best yet, known to raise the bar like a bench press 'Cuz keeping up to me is a problem Laughing at goons while I'm stomping on goblins I'm a monster, remember that I don't own a pair of dress pants 'cuz Einstein never slacks Ha, I swear to God I'm the chosen one I put that on Mary and Joseph's son, uh I been coming with the sick sixteens Since I was sixteen and considered a sick teen Bringing the heat like a Missing in Action I'm the type of emcee to spit a free and make a rapper stop rappin' Stop acting like Mr. "I'm the dopest" You couldn't hit a punch line with a closed fist And I have no opponents That was intended for every rapper that's claiming they the coldest Take notes, this a lecture I'm coming at these unstandable rappers that keep on claiming that they animals But I continue to crush 'em like Danimals Tear 'em apart like a cannibal, Hannibal Lecter See I can go HAM or I can rip it radical I spit so much fire, my saliva's flammable And if you couldn't keep up with the rhymes, my bad Remind me to slow it down next time [Outro] Haha, see what happens when you put me on a cypher Haha, ah-hem, give it a couple years You'll see me, on the BET Cypher