[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd] It's the microphone beat k**er back in the booth He's sipping the juice and singing this hook He's Horton to your Who, recording while he snooze Meaning he does this asleep thinking about peace But bust be cumming out so he must be a musty male, huffing puffing he must prevail In his own realm, go 'head, making waves the boat sails; So many flows, any amount of payment's just enough to get him so mad, huh And know his palm wet, you know his only soul mate's still missing Still insisting on instilling hope in the hopeless culprit He dozes off 'til the morning, and tomorrow co-comes again He most definitely the most important name in all this Earth, I'm just stressing I'm finna be destined to be ever so s**y The best in this Earth still standing Man, please