(L.o.M.d verse 1) Hip-hop been waiting a while on a real demonstrator Spazzing up for the role Idlewild times Elevators Lyrical terminator tragically showing you what's happening On Rampage flows, doesn't matter if I'm in cages or taking buildings and smashing them Fools mouths run but they only keep up with the Kardashians Tantalizing when I'm arriving, on the rhymes and giving the game a circumcising To these old flops, whose .45 Dexter Pittman no shots 9 to 5 never will touch my mind Your crew better be cautious of your losses With my words I'm back orifice to crash your office Not about the profit As long as I stay a prophet of the hip-hopping With some awards for toppings Used to want Grammy's but seeing this year's list realness will never be an option (Hook) Looking at the world through (Hicks verse 2) (Hook) (Hicks verse 3) (Hook) (L.o.M.d verse 4) Y'all ain't ready for the ma**acre and what it gauges Or know what's in my heart and what it cages I've been on the web enough to know what all y'all hate is I won't take it Straighten up when you're talking to me I'm a walking playlist Don't you realize I'm a future A-List I don't get enough respect for my dedication Got the game on lockdown, like hair on Jamaicans L.o.M.d and Hicks we ain't nothing play with MC's ain't vocalists, we're microphone controlling soldiers Got the world up on my shoulders, won't break my back I bolster through your city in a few years, I'm the point of focus Ain't no hocus pocus, we're in a world controlled by locusts They say I'm hopeless, please, I'm the Lord of Making Dopeness Get it? L.o.M.d