[Verse 1: Ry] I'm exalted like that thing that hold Aladdin feet Walk with control like Totalitarian feet Grab a beat then scrap and eat Grab a beat then scrap eat Out of my mind like a bomber that attack for peace Some choice words for all who attacking me Go drive while you take a nap in a [Jeep] (yea) And watch your head smack your f**ing feet Three things that describe me factually? (hmmm) Young, Black, and a Beast Cluck vegetarian, I stay mixing crack with beats Ready for a war, Spike Lee camera couldn't capture me f** around recording and become Ry's next casualty Whether I'm beasting or I'm just going casually Factually you know I'm out chasing salaries [Hook] What I like doing? Toe-tagging beats Get to flowing, no time for dragging feet What I spit hella similar to dragon speech My arteries be stashin heat I'm a motherf**ing beast I'm not just flashing teeth I'm just last on the leash What you doing Ry? Trying to make a masterpiece So tell these boys they can get right after me Right after me, Right Right After me (X3) [Verse 2: Ry] Bout to black out like Charlie Murphy in an Amish home At you rhymers who be plainer than an Amish bomb In an Amish palm in an Amish Home (in an Amish home) I stay round fire like a motherf**ing omelet on Hide Chris Hanson treat the verses like they home alone Or Fleece would if Macaulay Culkin was Home Alone In other words these beats getting raped By all this heat on a n***a f**ing tape I'm a greedy thing, I ain't trying to cut no cake Evolution never happened cause I'm still a f**ing ape Disturb the peace when I go Luda on the f**ing mic Fans think I'm Juanita the way that I be f**ing mics Talking bout my verses but that's 23 ex wife First night of Biggest Loser, boy ain't nothing light And with these bars I should be in a cell for life Boy yo pen game as scary as some melting ice [Hook]