[Verse 1]
(???) rewinds, so it's no getting past it
I spit gold in MJ's casket, y'all plastic
I'm so above average, my flow's in the attic
I spit crack, get your hands raised like taxes
No practice, yeah 5 star general
A nice guy, my flow's a certified criminal
Yeah, so they tried to get rid of him, but my creativity is rare like weed in Italy
You feeling me