Verse 1:
Odds insurmountable
Android got that pinata flow
Hit em with the bars they ain't accustomed to-
Uncomfortable
Tryna get more stacks than a hundred Dr. Huxtables
Success, success, success- that's as far as my options go
Spittin' bars like a ratchet a$$ so you can say I'm talkin' t**n'
See so many V's, call it hospitality workin'
My parents must be Prac and Tice because Practice makes perfect
I'm workin' hard and It's workin'
All this hard work, yeah it's worth it
Makin' it rain-money shower- errbody rockin' shower cutrains
Android swaggin out the planet, how the hell they gon' earth him?
I'm power walkin on the moon, movin' faster than these backwards rappers
They think they ballin'. I snap em, attack em, then sack em
Wrap em in the affore mentioned, shower curtains
Thats for certain
k** em quick- i won't hurt em
Eat em up- i won't desert em
Address the matter- i won't skirt it
Only God can be my Judge, murderer will still be the verdict
Hook:
The bars dropped are never lifted up
Mentality high as kites but i ain't spliffin nuthin
Like the New World Order, i ain't just spit for nuthin
*Attempted evil laughter*-I'm a monster like a lifted truck
Verse 2:
I'm comin at ya, like answers after an exam, brah
Then hit you with the real raps, the battle axe example
Need a glove for my tongue. I swear, these bars too hot to handle
As i grab the pole and vault over this rap propaganda
I see no need for a pattern with a flow this hap-hazardous
Need to re-Christen the game as we trek over this rap dancin' stuff
At the same time, if we Step Up, all these hoes a stop actin up
Admittedly found the game lost, so we have to bring it back with us
I'm Android and you don't go as hard as this
Even Spartacus couldn't spar with us
Humanoid, robotic and monstorous
At your neck with stuff stronger than lozenges
And I'm rippin out your entire cardio vascular
Dressed in all black- man I'm pimpin'- Count Swaggular
Like, "Vun, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8"
Take it me countin' backwards, means I'm bouta detonate
These n***as might be fly, but just above em's where i levitate
k**in all these dudes they'll never be able to reciprocate
Verse3:
I'm cookin up a storm, cause like the Bible says, 'He-brew'
Started from the bottom, now I'm here, shout out to DQ
My stunnas like a Maybach partition, nobody see through
Feelin like John Cena, but guess what brah, I C U
And that's exactly where I put these rappers right after I Breeze through
You Ri-repeat your lines. i swear the Rap Game don't need you
Even though we chillin in the same clubs like we cool
We in the same spot, but you can't spot me. cause, guess what? yall just weak dude
Talkin bou my own friends, how the hell could i say that?
But you n***as know I'm tryna get higher than the state tax
All I want is to spit a Minion bar, ain't nobody could hate that
I'm in the game but I wanna be all over it just like spray tan
I'm don with this sh!t, i wanna be on to the next one
The evolution of raps, even Charles Darwin couldn't expect some
Of the bars i'm bouta drop on these toilet type rappers
Workin harder than a slave, tell em, it's toilin time, dammit!