[Verse 1: Abstrakt] Oh sh** It's the metaphorical medical corporal Causing more destruction in your area than whirlpools I got this, inconspicuous like the Loch Ness Appearance is negative it's as if I got the wrong test Televised, meaning contextual misinformation Politically issued washing into mental a**imilation Your structure is simple, similar to prokaryotes Grow curious, cherry it, carry it to the chariot Now look, stop it, drop it, you ain't a lyrical prophet ‘Cause all the lines you write are purely made for profit Lost it, wrapped these other rappers heads in cellophane Took a hit, Rihanna, now you can call me a mellow brain My opposition to my competition is composition Of exposition for decomposition of your rap position Listen, ‘cause I'm on a lyrical mission That's leavin' you wishin' that you could gain these sk**s by addition It's an addiction with diction and flowing hotter than friction I'm not a Christian, but I still eat the blood and flesh in your kitchen