(Hook)
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It's another motherfucker tryna hate on my flow, but
I ain't worried, cuz that comes with the turf,
You'll distinguish the meanest right after your leaned from a verse, let's go
Niggaz hatin' and such, well thats cool I'm scrapin' em up
See my fans patient as fuck, im killin' it faithful as fuck
See the world is crazy, my momma been told me
No jail, opinion, or law, I never let shit hold me

(Verse 1)
Warrin' wit niggaz, Guerillas suited, they corporate killers
They ignore the realer, they couldn't bear it, we porridge sippers
Rappers more Sinorice than Randy, thats unfortunate nigga
See my rhetorics Porsches, 500 horses wit scriptures
But they don't catch it cuz they ain't Mossin', they be Boston
It a be ruins before they knew it
They be lost in a box, got my foes fallin' in flops
Throw these rappers all in a pot, use a mic to sharpen my chops, see look
Over the plains I be acid rainin', they rappin' shaded, jaded
Sleepin' on me is like snorin' layin' in lap of Satan
For lack of patience I'll cap you quicker, rabid spitter
I been rappin' sicker since action figures, im Salmonella
And E.Coli, know why? I'm sicker my foci's multi
Million dollar recordin's, lines will attack your organs
I grind and rap it euphoric, you sniff or smoke it you lost it
Can't bullshit a Taurus, my nigga I'm too thesaurus, I can
See through your synonyms, your cinnamon
I identify you niggaz with ignorance, I'll leave em right in rememberance, ha
I hate to brag, but dag you rappers lag
I mash on any track, spaz, reveal a tragic incident
Villian shit, leave em part of a burial
Spit it aerial, skills get exposed, just like the Nationals, ha
They try and Twin him, but pimpin' stick to ya innings
Stenographers quote me down in calligraphy, literally, listen
Not ya average scribe, you rap cats better recognize
You lack facts, manufacture lies, I lap tracks with no exercise
Yeah, and thats all word to my name
I'm in search of the symmetry, all of yall on the plane for real

(Hook x1)

(Verse 2)
Ya boy killin' so constant, drawin', mind movin' like Lawson, awesome
Pace is great when I'm joggin' jargon, we G-Men like Couglin, call em
The Class though, I'm like Walter White in that lab though
You 'bout tall as lice in that back row, I'm main screen, but not mainstream, its just facts bro
All caps when I write these, you mediocre like five seeds
Write bars harder than concrete, in my Stance socks and my white threes, ha
Flyness cemented, like timeless priceless inventions
Like Mike and Mike in the morning, you analzye, I'm a menace
Plus a chemist, in my iris I'm peepin'
The game from the first, see it's cursed, and all my rivals receedin'
Hating's aimless with no rhyme or a reason, that season is over
Won't cut, leashes on quota, til I'm leasin' a Rover
Hope it's clear as Poland Spring or Blue Sky that I'm great
You can push limits, or crash and catch a road sign to the face
Line to line i aligned em with fate, to believe in the time that it takes
To rhyme as high as a saint, I create shit nigga

(Hook)