[Verse 1]
Let that graphite mix with this blank sheet
Feel like a chemist when I finish every sentence
Abusing echoes...like most n***as without flows
Mine not even digital, I'm just that big to you
Ain't no telling what the kid'll do
Might spit a scripture that could outsell
King James at the garden, double entendres
Have a enough food for thought
To feed any artist starving, respect the jargon
This rap sh**'s been apart of em'
All these n***as making stacks but
They ain't got no art in em'
Money making vs ill creating
Well buckle up and get ready
For the hybrid, the combination
Optimus rhyming when I roll out the tongue
They hear my "u" and recognize where I'm from
Charm City, where n***as love to hate, like a pastime
And hate to show love like the crowd during halftime
HipHop just the next girl that's gonna drive me nuts
...but watch how a mac a dame
My whole pack the opposite of lame
A bunch of wolves that make moves on their own
But never move alone (uhh)
A young prince with three eyes on the throne
Not saying I'm enlightened, more so I am lightning
Sparking brains, 'til I'm cardiac arrested
Spreading rapteria, this is a track infection
And the mental always been a weapon
But now I fire faster and my aim is beyond mastered
I'm so cla**ic (wooh), all that wack sh** y'all can have it
Coming with audio hieroglyphics of someone not established
How a n***a so sick but he ball so hard
Man I swear a n***a so Magic
(Uhhh!)