No pretension of realness
No premises and no limits
No thought or justificationJust bars for three minutes I been
Killing it since I was a foetus
Disarming rappers like Venus
No time for breathing or weakness
This my thesis, cos I treat this
Rap game like a science, and when
They acknowledge my vibrance
I′ll be on that podium, Nobel Prize
Thanking God for his guidance, with my
Scrotum out cos I'm a baller
When I rhyme to the highest order
I blind the crowd with the brightest aura
It leaves them breathless like they′re all a
Sphyxiating in strangleholds
Contort dimensional manifolds
Mic torturer, rhyme sorcerer
My linguistic magic holds
Back your flow like a reservoir
This rap lecture and seminar
A wrecking bar to your repertoire my
Cortex and my cerebellum are
A sharpness you'll get lacerated with
Synapses slash serrated this
Massive brain can't stand the weight of it
My grey matter is saturated with
Bright ideas like Thomas Edison
Big mouth but I′m not a pelican
Want some uncontrolled adrenaline
Pop the medicine, roll a tenner and
Grip the counter, sniff the powder
Volume dial, twist it louder
Host with the most gotta turn ′em all to toast
Adi-yaya-yos this kid's about to
Blast off like a twin jet
Yep, quick step, cos my dick
Ten foot like a quintet
You′re a little floppy: diskette
Your girl says is it in yet?
My bae wet no inlet
I'm thick set big big bet
That rappers talk shit get
Dominated, verbs talk shit get
Conjugated I′m half Middle Eastern
I drop bombs and those two things are
Not related what I hate is
Lofi hip hop and calm rap music,
I hate when people say "I find it therapeutic
I like the chill vibes, I like the slow pace"
I'm about as therapeutic as a shovel to the face
And mumble rap can suck my dick
The lack of style finesse and
Penmanship flares up my IBS
So it′s no wonder I detest
These rappers with their fake Nikes
And second-rate psyches and less
Material than size eight nighties my
Funeral? Bump that late 90s and
Golden age, you whippersnapper
Shut your chitter chatter becoming the
Sickest rapper's a simple matter of
Spitting fatter lyrics that are like
Bullets emanating from a Tommy gun
My Spotify's a constant tonne of
Big L Kane Raekwon and Pun
So blot the sun and watch me run
Circles round you, baby guy
Circumferences, radii,
Don′t think I′ll turn one lazy eye
See rappers faking maybe I should
Just ignore that violent larceny
While I'm shining artfully but this
Whole rap game is shite and harmfully
Laced with pussies like it′s lingerie
I blend lines delightful harmony
Stratospheric fly remarkably
All the words in my giant armoury
Slice an artery, rhyming archery
Sharp like Hawkeye, stomping' on the small fry
Give ′em all a sore eye, right before I run 'em with a
Four by four I roar my war cry
Ready to incinerate a rapper cos all my
Punchlines get them so hype and giddy
Yours Never Land like Tiger Lily
Your girl said touch my giant titty
That′s quite a pity, I'm kinda busy
Showin' them my flow can serve ′em like a roast lamb
Two sticks, big balls, call me a snowman
Never never slow jam, only gonna choke slam
Go ham no plan programme so damn
Hot when I′m spitting it: peri-peri
Spicy rhymes giving you Delhi belly
All of my lyrics be very heavy
Skipping your record like every every
Every single hot rhyme takes a bloody long time
Lyrical assassin with the wordplay: Sondheim
Running through a stop sign, trigger finger online
Gunning down a rapper from a helicopter, cos I'm
GI Joe when I speak my flow
Massive on the mic and imma fee fi fo
Beat by blow I′m a freestyle pro
And a motherfucking animal: E-I-O
