[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