[Verse 1]
Round 1, I'mma hop up on this instrumental
I see a lot of body bags, its not coincidental
My trigger finger likes to spaz on a pencil
So when I'm up in the building, it's because I'm in your mental
Or in your mind, I'm something like a bad thought
I'm buggin' people like OCD and a dirt spot
Ah, I'm pointed out like a line up
All because I'm looking fresher than a line up
These girls looking too good, please turn the lights off
Cuz they got a lot more than just my mind up
Ha! Kick it like a pair of Concords
While these rappers eat my seconds like condors
They try telling me that I'm not lyrical
Only because I'm clowning and I make them look hysterical
If they really wanted lyrical
Ill hit em with the subliminal, spiritual individual
A criminal, subliminal, in your swimming pool
Something like this is going metaphysical
This is critical, clinical, typical, egotistical
Rap that I do to satisfy individuals
This is mythical, right now I'm spitting typical
Diction so these losers can get their an*lytical, on
I'm a nice guy, even though I finish last
But I learn from my mistakes like the ghost of Christmas Past
These rappers got me twisted, crisscross
Big n***a with an appetite, Rick Ross
These lil n***as urinating, they pissed off
Cuz I run things here, I'm a f**in boss
Y'all n***as can't see me, put on your eye gla**es
k** n***as like Helter Skelter, Charles Manson
I'll put a hole in your rhyme book
Im harvesting you bad weeds with my pencil acting as a reaping hook
When it comes to me, I'm a lot more than meets the eye
You can see me transform into something fly
Aim high, I'm shooting for "above the rest"
Cuz I ain't tryna stay at home like house arrest
Living in Moms basement when I'm 30 old
That's something that you're never gonna see unfold
Untold, my story continues unsold
Cuz I'd be the biggest illness next to the common cold