[Verse 1: Mac Tutmose]
I'm on point and you pointless like trivia
I'm sending shots they all over yo body like Nivea
I'm k**in' 'em and yet still I'm still cynical
Game up in my hands like Final Fantasy: Dissidia
Slaughter with them syllables
Jim Carey and riddle 'em
They edo tensei, swear I'm k**in' and sealin' 'em
Hop in the ride, swear this smell is familiar
Proper with my resilience, plottin' up on a million
So forget it man you ain't checkin' my rhetoric
n***as sleep like a sedative, ending that like a predicate
And yeah I said it, I'm super saiyan with sentences
Future's sayin' I'm ready but present says I'm irrelevant
So who rap that n***a Mac with the gla**es
I'm on a quest for the money to make it stretch like elastic
These n***as pictured me average
I f**ed around and surpa**ed it
Mac Tut
I'm a young rap savage
Mutha f**a