[Verse 1: Capital MC] Chopper chopper will constrict'em like a boa Saliva rap, earl of rap Sweatin' in Samoa Paradise, Paradise, both legs extended Toss the four cubes, on cue Man forget it Arabian nights, they pay me to fight I'm on a roll I'm saving the light, they say that I'm bright Honor roll Light sabers and jetpacks, so fall back Spittin' straight doom and I ain't talkin' 'Bout the all caps They call me mister, fifth category twister To riflemen I'm Zulu, Macintosh to Vista Stripped down Isuzus, third eye's the mishka Beanie couldn't see me liftin' shadows over hipsters Sisters, Shawty got the color of a zebra Told her the flow was cancerous She told me she a libra Yellow fever, follicles used to die down All I'm sayin is I'm super saiyan On the iCloud [Verse 2: Malik D] Ignite the Olympic torch on my torso The fire's burning within Boil my cold-blooded nature While desire's yearning again To match the explosive exposure Due to a music gas leak You're ga**ed up, in the croc pot from last week My warm up for the hotspot With the coldest Nas flow Eskimo escobar Queens froze over and died slow Lyrical Ice Age, well hip hop's endangered Last of a dying breed, stars aligned for the changer My enemies hibernate on my talent And bare the pain by being isolated and challenged By tryna reach my sk** level and wondering if they'll ever rest Still my rise to the top is like climbing Mount Everest Hard, yet possible; Observe the obstacles The pockets of a prophet grew, I saw a prophet too In my prophecy The rap prodigy turned prodigal son We'll be seeing soon if he meets his doom