[Verse]
Yeah
I've been that nobody screaming, "f** the mainstream! It's over-hyped!"
Blew up from this battle overnight, now they know I'm nice
Flow is so precise
Wearing gloves when I hold the mic
So my hands don't get frozen by bars colder than polar ice
f** you, I love you; bipolar on the track
You see a flash of white before you die, like polar bear attacks
f** a, chip on my shoulder, got a boulder on my back
With vocab more addictive than the bogies in your pack
Laying vocals on the track, you can keep the f**ing paperwork
They said I wouldn't do it, so I made it work
Slaying verse after verse, press repeat, then rehearse
'Til you hear me playing on the radio on your way to work
Can't let this slip, man, I gotta get it poppin'
Cliché as it may be, failure's never been an option
I'm climbing to the top, and I ain't slowing down or stoppin'
'Til I blow up bigger than the Oklahoma City bombing
I don't think you understand just how much I need this
I wanna be a millionaire; where the f** is Regis?
If Eminem's a god, then it's only fair I'm Jesus
I've been doing this before I had a hair above my penis
Man, I need this
Twice as savage as the Macho Man
Laying bodies on the beat; I'm the f**in' Son of Sam
Traveled down the rabbit hole, stumbled on a promised land
Shootin' for the moon; wake me up when the Apollo lands, yeah
And watch me stomp inside a crater
Speaking of Apollo, I'm like Rocky to these haters
Authentic's all I know; being fake's not in my nature
Spittin' bars so hot, they could evaporate a glacier
Yeah, I'm on my Inconvenient Truth sh**
Assa**inate a rapper on some John Wilkes Booth sh**
Who's this new kid spitting f**ing ruthless?
Hip-hop's Messiah, better run and tell Judas
Yeah, I could write a track with my eyes closed
Ain't you seen me yet?
You must be wearing f**ing blindfolds
Cause I know that my flow is ice-cold
It's got this game by the neck in a f**ing vise hold
Yeah, I'm gonna choke it 'til it's snappin'
Got the ball rolling; only time will tell what happens
Got the drive, and I got the style and the talent
I re-invented rap; I should have the f**ing patent
But I'mma do this sh** my way
Made my own lane ‘cause there was traffic on the highway
Shook the game up, and it landed f**ing sideways
But that's enough; this beat's giving me a migraine
[Outro]
Calling out Token, k**a Kre, Ben Sommers, and Slim Jesus
Smoke weed