[Verse 1 - Tommy T]
I am the god of wine, Dionysus
Gotta find a lioness to get high with
Tight grip on the mike, fly as skyrim
Beware the cry of the sirens, aight then
I'm coming home with a cab sauvignon
Miraculous in plaid, hashtag along
I f**, but can't sing – William Hung
RnR steps in your crew will run run
I punch open doors with key rings
Down Home with the Neely's eating Tsing-Tsing
With Charlene Yi drinking green tea
While she speaks Swahili, please believe me
Girl's say naw he's just Rick OK-sick
The best mistake that you've made kid
I'm cray fish, insanely ancient
b**hes nod heads from Davis to Cambridge
Hip-hop is not a smartphone pop quiz
I've lost faith in the game like agnostics
This is prime rib get used to rawness
Jaw hit the bar when she walked in brawless
You don't feel me? Then you're senseless
Reeves from knees to where your temple is
b**h I'm elegant you're barely relevant
In my element my penmanship is benevolent
Tommy T is every nerd with a megaphone
Zone unrelatable, flow is f**ing mega dope
Nab a Zeta-Jones she says she came alone
Take her home to the throne for some moaning
A spliff a day keeps the doctor away
Verbal spray paint in vivid dreamscapes
Paint portraits then surf on soundwaves
Even through headphones you can see my face