No pretension of realness

No premises and no limits

No thought or justificationJust bars for three minutes I been

Killing it since I was a foetus

Disarming rappers like Venus

No time for breathing or weakness

This my thesis, cos I treat this

Rap game like a science, and when

They acknowledge my vibrance

I′ll be on that podium, Nobel Prize

Thanking God for his guidance, with my

Scrotum out cos I'm a baller

When I rhyme to the highest order

I blind the crowd with the brightest aura

It leaves them breathless like they′re all a

Sphyxiating in strangleholds

Contort dimensional manifolds

Mic torturer, rhyme sorcerer

My linguistic magic holds

Back your flow like a reservoir

This rap lecture and seminar

A wrecking bar to your repertoire my

Cortex and my cerebellum are

A sharpness you'll get lacerated with

Synapses slash serrated this

Massive brain can't stand the weight of it

My grey matter is saturated with

Bright ideas like Thomas Edison

Big mouth but I′m not a pelican

Want some uncontrolled adrenaline

Pop the medicine, roll a tenner and

Grip the counter, sniff the powder

Volume dial, twist it louder

Host with the most gotta turn ′em all to toast

Adi-yaya-yos this kid's about to

Blast off like a twin jet

Yep, quick step, cos my dick

Ten foot like a quintet

You′re a little floppy: diskette

Your girl says is it in yet?

My bae wet no inlet

I'm thick set big big bet

That rappers talk shit get

Dominated, verbs talk shit get

Conjugated I′m half Middle Eastern

I drop bombs and those two things are

Not related what I hate is

Lofi hip hop and calm rap music,

I hate when people say "I find it therapeutic

I like the chill vibes, I like the slow pace"

I'm about as therapeutic as a shovel to the face

And mumble rap can suck my dick

The lack of style finesse and

Penmanship flares up my IBS

So it′s no wonder I detest

These rappers with their fake Nikes

And second-rate psyches and less

Material than size eight nighties my

Funeral? Bump that late 90s and

Golden age, you whippersnapper

Shut your chitter chatter becoming the

Sickest rapper's a simple matter of

Spitting fatter lyrics that are like

Bullets emanating from a Tommy gun

My Spotify's a constant tonne of

Big L Kane Raekwon and Pun

So blot the sun and watch me run

Circles round you, baby guy

Circumferences, radii,

Don′t think I′ll turn one lazy eye

See rappers faking maybe I should

Just ignore that violent larceny

While I'm shining artfully but this

Whole rap game is shite and harmfully

Laced with pussies like it′s lingerie

I blend lines delightful harmony

Stratospheric fly remarkably

All the words in my giant armoury

Slice an artery, rhyming archery

Sharp like Hawkeye, stomping' on the small fry

Give ′em all a sore eye, right before I run 'em with a

Four by four I roar my war cry

Ready to incinerate a rapper cos all my

Punchlines get them so hype and giddy

Yours Never Land like Tiger Lily

Your girl said touch my giant titty

That′s quite a pity, I'm kinda busy

Showin' them my flow can serve ′em like a roast lamb

Two sticks, big balls, call me a snowman

Never never slow jam, only gonna choke slam

Go ham no plan programme so damn

Hot when I′m spitting it: peri-peri

Spicy rhymes giving you Delhi belly

All of my lyrics be very heavy

Skipping your record like every every

Every single hot rhyme takes a bloody long time

Lyrical assassin with the wordplay: Sondheim

Running through a stop sign, trigger finger online

Gunning down a rapper from a helicopter, cos I'm

GI Joe when I speak my flow

Massive on the mic and imma fee fi fo

Beat by blow I′m a freestyle pro

And a motherfucking animal: E-I-O