Choppers and chop sticks popsicles I pop shit
Tropical spot moving obstacles like Crossfit
Trotsky war in proxy Luca Brasi
Increase my top speed to stop and break up the monotony
Let my jock breath shorty got me I'm like Pac meets Pun
Meets Prodigy G Rap my moxie
Mop the floor with them Po yo I am not the norm
Yall made jingles for radio I made mobster songs
Another monster born snakes try to back stab
My verses worth more than paper plates out in Bagdad
Ready for backlash the bad press and articles
That aspect retarded how my math flex methodical
Aztec particles prophet will make profit rise
The capital is stacking ghetto oligarchs who privatize
You lack the gravitas to speak this broken language
Folks standing would of thought
They seen the Holy Ghost landing
I'm a god, Godzilla Zeus Gautama too
Diallo, Mamadou busting a pilates move
It's the abominable
Club scene messiah old life captured on the wire
Past pariah on my redemption like a pastor with a prior
Catch fire messing with the ultra multi-faceted
My talent is a path to get to god surpass the Vatican
Return chaos to order while the street masses were panicking
Africans who shatter norms, the alpha males is back again
I score buckets in paint then I bust the bank
Catch a Few bodies otherwise I'm a fucking saint
I'm what you fucking ain't but trying ya whole life to be
Shit on my name but in my face they act polite me
Acting like my shit don't stink I got the right to be
Shorty with the dimples on the corner looking right to me
Genghis Khan, Megatron Po the higher echelon
You just debutante catch me floating on the Nebulon