[Verse: Mat4yo] The cypher I'll put a crown on my head with A challenge my friend, Ashtin, found on the web in 2011, and he never got around to forgetting To come down from the heavens and resurrect it Most days, rappers want to do a showcase Waddling to the mic, emotionless and stone-faced Being like: "'Aight, yo, I'm an MC Uh....watch me show a case" I've got no patients like a quack with a doctorate Rapping quote phrases from their whackiest documents They call it showing off, disgracing Microsoft So I'mma go as hard as if you thought I might go soft Yo, ask the PaperClip I may have a baby's fist But when I spit it sick, you'd think I got a rabies lip You know I'm only a teen, wearing some Old Navy jeans But when I'm shooting for a dollar, you will pay per clip I may be different from the typical Caucasian poet I radiate, and every single stargazer knows it And, while you're sitting, little as a crawl space's zone is Where the ozone lives is small where my throne is Overthrowing political law-making boneheads And if we can't, then we can all blame who voted If the answer is no one, we all know the culprit So, vote for me for rap's President, or stay at home, sick And don't forget a doctor's note I'm a super man, and I'll shock the globe With an "S" more famous than the Coppertone's I'll be spitting cobblestones when I rock the microphone Even though I'm not a tan, black, brown, or copper tone I'll go insane, ravaging your profane language There are low chances you will leave with no brain damage I'll come knocking down your door, stomping on your floors And, like an iron-on, you'll have a decent home, made graphic My only baggage is I'm no fame magnet Similar to Jack the Ripper, I'm a no-name savage I'll get tossed around like a Romaine salad But give me a dictionary and I'll go explain the planet And don't get mad at me when I'm buzzing in your beeswax Or when my archery's target is your kneecaps Can't convey hatred bashing harder on your keypad So try lacrosse again, 'cause y'all need to re-lax I'll break my face's masqueraded barricade Talent's not a factor when the actor's acting factor's fake Matte's method's mathematical, and I extrapolate It's counted out exact to make Count Dracula ejaculate I am very nice, with an extra pair of eyes And a receding hairline, I will make you paralyzed It's a science that they formulate to hook So take a (take a) Double (double) Take at the Good Looks