Thought - Invincible lyrics

I'm the invincible, undefeated, Champion Mount Zion's my ancestors' camp of Lions Star of David? Nah, The Thought of Stardom Martyrdom undone, crumbs left of the dumb, thumb To the play bu*ton, glutton of words Mutt and mutton, birds'll fly, apply to you, dropping turds Hopping up on ignorance to feel high and mighty Prop up the reel, dance to the visual, cry to diety Pious Piety, might it be to see is truly to be? Me? I see everything there is, so I must be more than thee! My creed in the game is to be stupid rappers' Bane Humidity forms when I arrive, hotter lines than c**aine! Caught her lying, now frying on acid, to become placid Pot, murs, dying, DOW, writing, things I do as flaccid Facet of the facetious is treasonous leeches draining Reasonless b**hes, malicious pulpit, culprit blaming Boom of the ba**, dropping down a flight of stairs Soon now, the Mace, blotting my eyes, unable to stare I been arrested thirty times, been to jail once Almost all weren't even crimes, cops are silly c*nts Runts of the mind and abusers of power, but no matter I'm The Thought, invincible to you, rare as anti-matter Scattered and hid, what these phony, beezy, rappers did Fatter than mids, cut these money-hungry little kids Please stop your yammering, you'll wake the “I don't give a f**”s Peace treaty hammering my instinctual desire to pluck You from society and introduce you to propriety Invincibility of me with Cleverility, serenity Like a Firefly, mooning you with flame, as you I maim Planes fill the sky below me, My altitude still gains Fame will never trouble me, I'll just double-bubble Hubble Kush Drop this in a puddle, you'll drown a couple Muggles so hush I'm a lyrical magician, rhythmical pediatrician Diagnosing the game with misdirection, wrong jurisdiction Politician of the pen and pad, fiction written to break the bad Rhetorician gifted in the art of making Idiots mad Historically euphorically choric, busting open, y'all From Bozeman to Zurich, Kanye best return my call Pounding you try-hards with instinctual mastery of this Punctual with the bard pastry, casting you to Hades, b**h I'm rich of the rhymes, but admittedly poor of the dimes, so hire me Drive up to visit me, nail a line on 200 Fire Street Dare I say I'm invincible at 18? yeah, f** it Care to evacuate? Toss your sh** music in a bucket? Don't make a ruckus it's just justice to s** it f** stick, you just a talentless dick And The Thought is f**ing sick