Pay homage to the god of the rhyme
Treat you motherfuckin' rappers
Like it's clobbering time
If you fuckers think I'm cappin'
Check my product design
Cody Kimb got that shit tapping
And the author is I
I'm leaving yall intertwined
And you caught in a bind
They think i'm outta my mind
Way that i'm on a grind
Till my cheers fade away
And it's time to retire
People said they wanted dope
Know that I'm the supplier
You punks are make believe
And when i'm bussing son
I play for keeps
You bums are nothing
But a bunch of mother fucking
Waste of beats
I'm a beast
On stage or a vacant street
Jump into the cypher
And they bolt with that Jamaican speed
A contradiction, I want reparations over slavery
But let my dominatrix treat me like i got no agency
Make you peace
Make you meet your maker
After making beats
Play with ease, like i been making 3's
Before my baby teeth
Everybody hating
Ain't no more debating
I be banging
Like I got a hundred overall rating
Ain't nobody waiting
I told yall to be patient
Cause I'm banging
Like I got a hundred overall rating
Yo don't even trip
Weed between my lips
What i need to live
Please forget
Watch me beat the piss
And then we plead the fifth
Keep it zipped
I don't speak to kids
Fuck you think this is
Believe in this
I will eat a beat
Till i need a bib
I'm the best
This is how i flex
You ain't gotta check
Awesome rep
Watch me walk the steps
Like i'm arthur fleck
I tugging on fuckas cape
Then going after Martha next
Mirror mirror tell me who's the illest
It is not a guess
So make your records
I ain't hearing your voice
Somebody really outta told you
Bout liberian boys
We in the cut
Keeping very good poise
It get you very destroyed
A force of nature you can barely avoid