Ever since I fell out of mums-womb
I've been deranged like she done-shrooms
The whole 9 months sat up in one-room
Boxing them off, you can tell by one-tune
One modicum
Of my rhymes and you'll know I'm smouldering
Every beat I touch flowing colder-than
The omen-in
A river that's frozen-in
Murderous-rhymer
Virtuous-writer
Perfect-designer
First-of-a-kind-a
Monster trapped in a game surrounded by vermin-it's-Hyper
Miles from amateur
Been running years but still got stamina
Several albums made, no manager
No producer, no one in my calibre
I'm on a hunt for Excalibur
Wanna be king, I'll munch any challenger
Work each month on the calendar
That's why every one of my tracks are damagers
See I use reason-and-logic
But I don't just mean to key-the-melodics
When I write these rhymes I'm deep-and-methodic
These new emcees make me-wanna-vomit
Feeling to quit-rap
Cause right now it's future looks pitch-black
Half of the world is dunce, and these new rap fans need a b**h-slap
You don't know the meaning of the genre
Following trends like you're doing the conga
But no matter, each year I get stronger
I'll swallow this game whole like an anaconda
A lot of people think that talking really fast in a song means you've got sk**
No, It just means you're talking really fast to have the substance your song lacks filled
So, To everybody that's been telling me I really need to get a new flow please chill
Coz on a level there just really ain't a track I ever made that I didn't f**ing k**!
f** that new malarkey
Everybody singing with illuminati
Name me a mainstream track that ain't a love tune or some sh** to use-in-parties?
Oh there is-none
It's all about making kids-run
To the store with her or his-mum
To buy the latest star of jizzdom
And f** a Marshall Mathers LP sequel
That's a disgrace to a cla**ic not equal
Put Stan or The Way I Am, to Survival or Rap God and you choose people
Infact my bad don't, cause you don't even know what you're meaning
When the original dropped the majority of you were probably f**ing semen
Rap's-clogged
Up with all of these wack-jobs
Talking about their fat-wads
And their b**hes while you twats-nod
But I'm a Hip-Hop hero on a bat-pod
Already got an insane backlog
Of these tracks-dog
Already crazy, one day I'll be a rap-god....