[Intro] [Verse] I am the amba**ador, a known proprietor Trying to change the world while spitting demonic fire Coming from my lair to bring these lames despair Straight dummying anybody who doesn't come prepared I'm a devious, mischievous, incredulous villain Gaining knowledge cause knowledge is both powerful and healing What's this feeling? Well, it can't be that love sh** You left me love sick, regardless And now the sickness has spread through my whole body You're the cancer that defines the sadness noticed at the party She say I'm artsy, well of course girl I'm a poet Known for magic, hocus pocus, and logos as I focus And that's only the half of it, if I told the whole story you'd go and explore that atlas Grab chocolate bars, cough syrup, and matches to camp out in a lagoon and examine the facets Of the gems in your imagination that come to mind The one's without the grime, of the daily grind Holy lucifer, sweet mother of hell Hearing church bells as my lungs begin to swell As the kush begins to smell the kings smile in perfect unison The art is tuscan, and so gargantuan Villas, gondolas, palaces by the ocean Waving to the heavens man I gotta quit the potent Man I gotta quit that potent, waving to the heavens man I gotta quit that potent Gotta quit that potent, waving to the heavens man I gotta quit that potent Ye [Outro]