It was all black… And I was off track 18 years I shed tears I’m in post traumatic From the fear of my peers Who would go and talk smack But I done broke my back To make some cold hard raps
And it’s too late for an apology, hey I’m just a product of hate And inequality I been made a mockery of And it’s an atrocity So I’ve come to spew this venom up into the menaces Who had an envious rage with my pen to the page So I’m back and I’m back with a VENGEANCE
So father Please grant me the strength Cause I’ma do whatever it takes To have my enemies slain If I falter then I’m digging two graves And you could bet your bottom dollar They’ll remember my name
Now I don’t wanna get you startled But I’m gonna get this shit started Whether or not you like it or not Cause ha I’m coming with 24 bars of the hardest shit And I might just go full retarded with This syllable bustin’ rap art I spit so The hip-hop schizo Is back with a vengeance I’ve come to attack like a pit-bull What you know about lockjaws? I’m a rapper? I should have been a rock star Making hot songs Cause I’m not gonna stop till I’m rocking and knocking your socks off In other words I’m a king So you gon’ need more than a cop car To stop all of this Cause I’m at the top of hip-hop And just stop it I’m not falling
When I was young I wanted to be godly I wanted to so badly What’s a human body I said? I said illuminati Three time while tapping my sneaker bottoms to the studio lobby Went in the booth and started spewing rhymes like a superhuman zombie With a music hobby Other MC’s weren’t too fondly Of the fact that I rapped better than 90% of the pack When I snap so cuckoo oddly How the fuck? I’m the new G.O.A.T of the OP rap scene There will never be another rapper like me Whiter than a white-t Light speed Spitting like a B-Bugatti I do what I do so proudly Haters can s-suck on these nuts Cause I don’t give a fuck what y’all think If I ever did I’d fucking call it quits Cause I’m never gonna fall in shit All in this rap game with a ballpoint tipped… Pen And ever single last one of my futures poker chips Oh. LG. Kill em’ Who would have knew? I spit so much venom My flow is so smooth like a punch top can I got one shot Why would I not go get em’? When I’ma “go getter” Dough getter, whole cheddar when I fucking… Flip flows better Oh you beg to differ? Let me show these spitters’ who’s saliva’s better When I’m ripping and grilling it Flipping and spilling it Giving and feeling it This is the illest shit Ever that’s killing it Villainous killers of militants Filling in villages pillaging woman and children and buildings While I’m working so diligently on my raps and I’m rhyming a million Words in second, fuck I’m an infinite Being, my physical body’s misleading Cause I see things that other people just don’t see Why you think I wear shades in the evening? Cause it’s always sunny on “planet cool” So I eat lame MC’s like a cannibool Or is it a cannibal? Cause I’m an-animal With a mechanic flow Give me a drop of gas and I go Like a ba-banana boat When I peel off on this track Get it, peel off? Nah Cause y’all ain’t that dope Ain’t that dope? Bitch I’m so sick that I need an antidote With a Xanax bar and a damn flannel coat! So somebody get me a can of coke [*pop can opening*]
Cause I’m making pop music The shit that I’m making will pop pupils Y’all pop mollies I pop Ollies Y’all paparazzi gon’ feel stupid When you’re popping a shot of a rap nuisance Wanna see my ass doofus? I’ll show you the back of my pants, losers But I ain’t looking back cause I’m past loosing I’m spitting a particle, molecule, syllable Finna go in with subliminal message a follicle Left at the scene of the crime is a minimal evidence Evident, I’m at the pinnacle I’m gonna spit a flow better than heaven Cause heaven is God and I’m God when I spit a flow So how could I not be a God when I’m biblical? Not gonna stop till my rapping gets difficult Cocking a Glock cause I’m back, I’m a criminal You don’t really know Why I really go so hard When I’m in a zone Filling homes with the silicone Of sound, ever minute goes loud When I’m pounding the drums in your ears like a symbol When I’m so-so down for the count That I’m moe-fucking frowning Cause I’m pitiful!
So father Please grant me the strength Cause I’ma do whatever it takes To have my enemies slain If I falter then I’m digging two graves And you could bet your bottom dollar They’ll remember my name
And you could bet your bottom dollar They’ll remember my name Remember my name