You will not be able to stay home, brotha

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out

You will not be able to lose yourself onSkag and skip out for beer during commercials

Because the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the number ones

Number ones here with your number one

You ain′t number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin′ (ahh)

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak

If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?

See there′s a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas

You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas

You number one when it come to slaughtered mics

I′m tryna be number one in my son and daughter life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies

Y'all my children, y′all bit my shit and contracted rabies

Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that′s degrading

My style got so many different facets

I switch into so many different passions

I'm skippin′ class to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting

Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him

Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs

These rappers only won their matches because they strategize

I bring attitude to these patterns, and here′s my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin′ (ahh)

This right here for the number ones

Number ones here with your number one

You ain't number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin′ that they number one

Here take your number one, quit

Number one soul, get your number one chip

Number one fly with your number one kicks

When it's all done then your number gon′ switch

Hold up, wait a minute

Guess what I'ma never do

Show so much respect to you

That I feel like we′re friends, so now we no longer competitors

That could be the death of you

Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up

And tell you somethin' you never knew

Always stay professional

You always gon′ make revenue

Don′t let people next to you that don't want the best for you

It′s completely normal to hold on to a regret or two

I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do

Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin′ lie

There is nothing I can say to you that is realer

Remember when you raisin' the butterfly

Don′t you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar

This right here for the number ones

Number ones here with your number one

You ain't number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Now you think that you number one, quit

Number one soul, get your number one chip

Number one fly with your number one kicks

When it′s all done then your number gon′ switch

You looking at Attila

The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar

Don't tell me when I′m supposed to rap until

Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill

A savage still,

The track′s a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla

You're havin′ a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'

Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then

Had the shit hangin′ by a flap of skin after

He tried to plant the shit back on the mat again

Pad to pen I′m barely like harlots when they're blinkin′ a lot

You copy me, but you're not

You can′t be butterflies

My offsprings are just moths

I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off

So ring the alarm,

Pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off

Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah

′Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling

Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft

Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk

And the language I speak is my mind

Kingpin and Penguin combined

Spit like it's King of the Dot

A singular thought I'd think I would help you

Distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop

Wait a minute

Hold up like a flashcard

Damn dog, is that copyin′ or payin′ homage?

It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler

My dad is your grandfather

I have to rehatch on you

Come back as black wasp

Half yellow jacket, you can′t swat a

Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it

Smash it and stand on it

Dammit, I can't stop it

The rap is a vag′ and I'm goin′ in like a tampon in this bitch

It's a manslaughter

Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can′t be no Rap Gods

In fact you′re exact opposites

You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle

But even Daniel-san whacks off

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job

The boom bap is coming back with an ax to mumble rap

Lumberjack with a hacksaw

Number one,

But my pencils are number twos ′cause that's all I dos with ′em

Poop is my suit and I'm

On the john like a prostitute when I′m droppin' a deuce

And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements

These beats are like my saloon

′Cause these bars always got my stools in ′em

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them

Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem

I′m 'bout to go spin another cocoon

And I′m cuttin' you from your mother′s womb then I'm flushin' you.