[Intro:]
You-C, Flawless Leauge, Shaz Krew
1-2-3-4

[Chorus:]
Steady rhyming, climbing, higher than a flying lion
Lying with an honest face, facing off against my race
Competing for the first of places, basic faces filling spaces
Ain't got time for racists, super saying every single statement

[Verse 1:]
A lot of these human beings are Harvey Dents
I hardly weep for any death, unless of course, it's money spent
I'm robbing Paul to pay Peter, you're telling me that it's Heaven sent?
I didn't make them, but I'll raise them like Jonathan Kent
Cruising on that LSD, like I took an acid trip
My ex I used to love her like Common Sense
I'm remaining as the future of rap
You want change? Put Obama on the Bears and make him quarterback
I've got more cracks than a cracker that's addicted to crack
Your derriere is flatter, like you fell off the tower and went splat. *raspberry*
Rap's the defecation, the flow is flatulence
Being educated is different from being intelligent
A million clones and I remain as the Jango
Mono y mono, I am not my stero-
Typing a hundred words just like an essay
I know some ese's, now it's looking like the S-A, M-E
Call me Fonzie, I'm blue, green, and purple
At the same damn time, using nouns like Urkle
We've heard this a million times, but I am a sinner
I am running full force, Bruce Qui-Gon Jinner

Whose now in fact Caitlyn Jenner, if you're wondering
You know...

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
When I was born, the doctor slapped me, so I shot him
Denominating shit, yeah you know, started from the bottom
Aubrey Graham, rolling grams inside a Trans Am
With Brother Malcolm looking down on us and he's going ham
Now that's tighter than anal sex with hemorrhoids
With a girl playing in her vagina, with another toy
Dropping knowledge like my name was Jabari Evans
The most powerful weapon comes from out of Heaven
Fuck them all, with my foot in they fucking follicle
Fornicating, facetious rappers, they fucking phenomenal
Ferris wheeling on top of Ferris Bueller's parade
These fucking faggots flat lined, off a failing grenade
I feel like, I can run circles of life around the Death Star
Death of a pop star, committed by a quasar
If you look between "Y" and "I", there remains an idiot
On my pivot, switching pitches, fucking bitches that don't smell like fishes
Pick the switches, I'm whooping ass before I'm banking cash
The first one to finish last, but outdid the whole class
Out of sympathy for a deaf n***a, tell me why I should turn up
Pyrokinesis, Richard Pryor, watch me burn up

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