[Verse 1: Capital MC]
Chopper chopper will constrict'em like a boa
Saliva rap, earl of rap
Sweatin' in Samoa
Paradise, Paradise, both legs extended
Toss the four cubes, on cue
Man forget it
Arabian nights, they pay me to fight
I'm on a roll
I'm saving the light, they say that I'm bright
Honor roll
Light sabers and jetpacks, so fall back
Spittin' straight doom and I ain't talkin'
'Bout the all caps
They call me mister, fifth category twister
To riflemen I'm Zulu, Macintosh to Vista
Stripped down Isuzus, third eye's the mishka
Beanie couldn't see me liftin' shadows over hipsters
Sisters, Shawty got the color of a zebra
Told her the flow was cancerous
She told me she a libra
Yellow fever, follicles used to die down
All I'm sayin is I'm super saiyan
On the iCloud
[Verse 2: Malik D]
Ignite the Olympic torch on my torso
The fire's burning within
Boil my cold-blooded nature
While desire's yearning again
To match the explosive exposure
Due to a music gas leak
You're ga**ed up, in the croc pot from last week
My warm up for the hotspot
With the coldest Nas flow
Eskimo escobar Queens froze over and died slow
Lyrical Ice Age, well hip hop's endangered
Last of a dying breed, stars aligned for the changer
My enemies hibernate on my talent
And bare the pain by being isolated and challenged
By tryna reach my sk** level and wondering if they'll ever rest
Still my rise to the top is like climbing Mount Everest
Hard, yet possible; Observe the obstacles
The pockets of a prophet grew, I saw a prophet too
In my prophecy
The rap prodigy turned prodigal son
We'll be seeing soon if he meets his doom