[Produced by D-Lyt]
[Verse 1]
Warning you now you about to drown in my stream of consciousness
And that's not a consequence of pompousness or overconfidence
Talking I promise, I'm going to be bigger than Christopher Wallace
And I'll have to get a pair of pants his size to fit my wallet
Prick I'm flawless, I'll beat Medusa at a staring match
Got the stones to say you're better than that you'll get your larynx snapped
I carry rap it's very bad for those who want to compare to Zakk
I don't bring to the table no generic brand how rare is that?
Rarer than striking the lottery and getting struck by lighting
Till you're dumbstruck, what dumb luck, don't know what the f** I'm writing
I just write the thoughts that strike me, you'd be wrong to take em lightly
You can try to stack up but the only one-at-this height's me
You gon need a ruler if you trying to measure up
Rappers got a sense of humor saying they make better stuff
I'm like a power outage on computers, I just shut it down
You should treat your sh** like a tumor, and cut it out
[Hook]
*Straight out the f**ing dungeons of rap, d-dungeons of rap*
*The lyrically acclaimed, the lyrically acclaimed*
*Can't leave rap alone-*
*The fiend of hip hop got me stuck like a crackpipe*
*-the game needs me*
[Verse 2]
Now Nas I just sampled your voice, you want to start beef?
I know that you spit Ether but I'll ignite you like car keys
I'm ill as possible, philosophical in nature
But sometimes that leads to irresponsible behavior
You can call me tech savvy because I'm tablet shopping
I'm just trying to see the Galaxy while I'm acid dropping
Growing up yeah I'm finally learning how to deal with it
Always spit the realest sh** because this here is my meal ticket
I blend in like chameleons, this pen game's in my helixes
Reeling in the audience, my audio they feeling it
So word to competition there's a new kid on the block
Zakk Scott can rock the spot and he can do it off the top
All I gotta do is freestyle to spit a genius verse
So once I hit the charts I'll tank tops like sleeveless shirts
You ain't heard nothing if you think you heard the worst
You're about to see I get more perverse per verse
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I got hypocritic critics snapping at me for not rapping black
Reacting bad because I don't feel I have to act, imagine that
Just trying to mask the fact that I'm above the box they stuck in
Got nothing else to say because they know I'm not to f** with
Ain't gon act no other way, Zakk's white, that's right
*The fiend of hip hop got me stuck like a crackpipe*
You'll never see me act like something that I'm not
Especially to impress kids who looking like
They came straight out the Girl Scout catalogue, selling tagalongs
Ha, now go running back to mom
All my inlaws gon be outlaws, I'm creative like a southpaw
And that's why you're never going to see my downfall
Some rappers out there just don't got it upstairs, like no attic
But all my bars penetrate deeper than Proactive
Every one'll have you jumping like Jack when you're bumping that
Just stating the f**ing facts, always coming straight out the