Who could be fresh?
Who could be lyrical?
Who could be dope?
Who could be musical?
Who could be nice?
Who could be beautiful?
Who could be?.....word
Strobe
Who you know fresher than strobe? Riddle me that
If you ever imitated this, your sh**'ll be wack
If you ever went against my flow, you wouldn't win
If you ever try to test my brain, it'll react
Now, who you know that's better than my team?.....nobody
This the life , my n***a. This is no hobby
And this is no overnight success
So don't throw the mic to just any old body (nope)
Just put it professional hands
My profession's blessing the mic in any session I land in
We're everywhere no matter which direction you pan
And if you're looking for the best, then it's no question I am him
Which means I'm greater than, and you're less than
And I'm positive, and you're guessing
That's why we don't listen to their suggestions
The answer to the riddle is me, and here's the question
Who could be fresh?
Who could be lyrical?
Who could be dope?
Who could be musical?
Who could be nice?
Who could be beautiful?
Who could be?.....word
Ess**
And I didn't come to lay the swag out
I'm a leading pitcher, man. Give you a bad out
Ready to slap a mother f**er with his hand out
I have the grand scheme. I keep my rap life planned out
I stay camped out. meaning amongst the trees
The best smoke comes on a boat from overseas
The best dope comes out my speaker, so send a tweet
Visit my page. Control c my properties
I'm making more paper. Controlling more properties
These rap dudes made the f**ing rap game a mockery
Rappers in p.o.p. don't even wanna talk to me
So, close your ears punk cause imma keep rocking
Saw you on stage, boy. Thought you was sleep walking
I'm sharp as a tack son nick name be Steve hawking
Dopeness created often. When rappers step we off 'em
I bring 'me back in my image. My team is finna lock it
Strobe and Ess** (back and forth every 2 bars)
Who could be the most astonishing? Well, you're looking at him
Doing things with hooks and patterns, that you couldn't fathom
Gettin up and at 'me. Lyrics deeper than casm
A professor of cool. I create players like madden
We're purveyors of rapping. Pressure the mayor and captain
And make you see sh** differently like a ray of refraction
We're getting paper without bankers or taxes
And anytime we hit the stage, there's a major reaction
Yeah, and we're raising the bar cause we're the favorite attraction
We're in the back sipping liquor and blazing Alaskan
We're true soldiers decorated I'm medals and patches
Whipping the d**h Star and donning the finest fabrics
Y'all n***as minds is backwards for even trynna match this
Most of y'all got swagger, but need rhyming practice
Can't even write a pa**age. Won't make the right of pa**age
And what I write will smash 'em. You might get smacked for asking
Who could be fresh?
Who could be lyrical?
Who could be dope?
Who could be musical?
Who could be nice?
Who could be beautiful?
Who could be?.....word