[Verse 1] The world is burning, emotions running minimal The kids is on ten, grown men throw subliminals The definition of competition is shifting in the climate of the rhymer that require tissues to listen to You got an issue with me talking out the margin? Speak to where my fist be, I'm not the one to bargain With the ninja grip history, the blade's already sharpened Arson on the conscience, the con of conquest for the market Order coffins for his competition, welcome pestilence Mist you with the magic wrist flick, lynch you when you wince Amidst the cripplig of the pot-to-piss-in b**hing opposition pop the cyst, start a Raw-demar metropolis The set-it-off king, bet it all, cough [coughs] f** the system, let the ba** bare the offspring And f** your hustle, you just muscle with some offering Pop singers rock j**els, the comic call them co*k rings [Hook x2] Future sound sound Norf, Norf Get the shaman It's a bombing glowing in the cold [Verse 2] The mode resemble Keyser Soze in a gimp fight Technical as blow scales, bet he got the limp right Sweat drip drip, one two, and you a k**ing site Watch it with the simp sh**, I'm feeling sort of ill tonight Goodnight, your fill light done put me in a coma son The hepatitis open mic performers sold the fun to run a bunch of overexposed chosen one hopefuls Claim the same flows as the older ones, no bull Savor the game today, the chamber is tamer The future's begging for shooters that stoop and spill brain to k** fame Your Lil Wayne impression make me think you tryna k** Wayne Impressive how depressing you must be to think you still sane This ill using of illusory musing for doing big city sh** is proving nincompoops is losing It's amusing dropping loogies on the f** boy recruiting hub Coolie Goony's rubies moving b**bies down and booties up [Sample] [Verse 3] Un-recited writings, undefinable, his spine is full The unrequited biting's ripe if mic style is unexciting Rap cook comeback kid, ill hippy Mickey Rourke What's beef? sh** I'd say a click more than sticky pork [Hook x2] Future sound sound Norf, Norf Get the shaman It's a bombing glowing in the cold