[Verse 1]

Zing Zing
It's time to take the masses on
I'm a creator like a goblin
When the mask is on
Chain me down, a mastodon
Elements, I mastered all
Spit dirt breathe fire
...HAH
They claiming my artistry's fictitious
False claims, but it's hard to be dismissive
It's insane to me, I aim to be the greatest
Although I know the fame gon' be a pain
The day I make it
The women come and go
The money never stays
The only thing I got
Is tryna fade away
Staying faithful to these
Treble, snares and 808s
And when they leave me
I'm prepared to fight the hate away
Life's short
So you better take some photos
Failing tests
I'm the type they calling proto
Quick with the bars
I'm a proto-ge
Don't give a damn what your Polo say
No new whip, quick cars
Find me with a guitar
Hipster steeze on a Soho day
My bars are droppin' from the sky
They're atomic
Leave you broken and busted
When I be speaking ebonics
All this hoping for nothing
Your flow is animatronic
The Chopper is plated chromium
I bathe myself in sodium
Heat it up
This is radioactivity
Rocking the stage
So fill the seats if you feeling me
Slithering to the iller beats
Spilling 3 like a trilogy
You can try
But you're never gonna kill the beast