The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar

You copy the same schematics, you making the same songs

You thought that you were the only, but understand it′s the physicalArtistry manifest, but no ideas original

Our sickest creation, no need for further analysis

Plus the beats bang prestige giving me calluses

Even if it's assumed, proving it all again

Selling out all the shows never selling out who I am

Mild temper venter, chronic keep me casual

Formally introduced to a journey into the natural

The three, two zeros then proceeded by one

Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run

Danger danger, Will Robinson

There′s a crisis here, nappy ain't dirty

Racist man, it's just a type of hair

Nightmares have just begun, there′s no enticing him

Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin

R.I.P. to the CD, can′t even play my hits

'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit

We love the boosted speed

We love the memory

It got me feeling like we′re nothing like we used to be

R.I.P. to the CD, can't even play my hits

′Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit

We love the boosted speed

We love the memory

It got me feeling like we're nothing like we used to be (buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh)

Smoke smoke drip, sip-sip-sip

Eyes closed like I missed this

No forgiveness, just a sick bitch

′Cause I'm under destruction what is this?

Just a young nigga ready to get this

If I fall on my face, you're my witness

Feast on my blood when I leave this

Dimension I′m starting to think that

This world is lost like a sea ship

Walking to hell with the demons

How can the heavens defeat them?

Sometimes I just wanna, leave ′em

This feeling is something, I can't run

I just wanna be where I came from

I′m never gon' see where I came from

Rest in peace to the game son

Brooklyn baby reborn

Trippin′ up, you lukewarm

This is like a warning, Flatbush swarming, Nike shoes on

Prove them critics wrong, gettin' C.R.E.A.M, bitch I love it

And the fans hold us down, put nothing above it

R.I.P. to the CD, can′t even play my hits

'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit

We love the boosted speed

We love the memory

It got me feeling like we're nothing like we used to be (buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh)

The wickedest, man on fire the new Richard Pryor

The wicked lit, rubber on my dick

′Cause I don′t want that Charlie Sheen shit

Please don't say you′re the highest until you met your highness

I just, want the head like ISIS

Fuck her so precise her pussy gushing like a geyser

I'm Michael Myers with these grip pliers took off your eyelids

I sit in silence, speak in tongues and burn Bibles

So open letter to all of my rivals: You will not vanquish my titles

My semi-automatic, will splatter a nigga like Jackson Pollock

Deranged since birth I was conceived in an insane asylum

I solemnly swear this evening to refrain from the violence

Young and wilding, psilocybin still my stylist

LSD drops in my iris, tire mark, police sirens

No guidance, the belly of the beast is where I reside in

Grimy and vibrant like Busta Rhymes, in the early 90′s

Click boom, your head blew like you play for the Giants

Lyrical tyrant the way I be rhyming

I deserve all of the Pulitzer prizes

My pistol be hiding, I pull it, surprise 'em

My voice can be hypnotizing every verse I deliver be vivid and visually striking

Been the highest since I arrived and the climate is rising

It′s 'bout to get violent cover your eyes

And take this lyrical dose that the Doctor Meechy Dark prescribed ya

I slide inside her I love her tight vagina no E-Z Wider

Back to the cypher, I got chronic to light up pass me the lighter

R.I.P. to the CD, can't even play my hits

′Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit

We love the boosted speed

We love the memory

It got me feeling like we′re nothing like we used to be

(Used to be, used to be, used to be, used to be, used to be)