[Verse 1]
I'm saturated in worst ways
Infatuated with best dames
A sullen antisocial boy educated with best grades
Screaming, "fuck school!" But graduated with straight As
Hypocritical? Nah, deep for lyrical, cynical, physical living god
Novel to novelties when I'm spitting bars
Out of this world, I'm shifting Mars from the spectrum of the universe
Stupid, loony girls, coochie, booty, ass, proving to be less, you need gucci bags
Dream Chaser like Yunit Yuniverse with critical syllables giving you subliminals
Feasible criminal diping toes, kiddie pools, looting booty cash
Living proof of visible miracles, admissible minimums shooting to be frank
Born to never die from the last of a dying breed, owing to The Originals
Rеgional reach, bridge between thе ridge to reach the pinnacle: Rudy doing laps
Flipping more than reciprocals, clerical when delivering verses
Curses are biblical, difficult warrigal, music in the flesh
Immiscible sperm from this hard dick then
Fucking the game without protection and, do it in the flesh
Whimsical, meridol falls on the cheeks of an untypical demigod, truly to be blessed
If it's mythical knowledge that falls to spherical semiemperical quanta in vacant vacuums, prove it with the fact
But still failing to connect like Sam Gardner, only Atypical
Divisible adrenaline parting from the suprarenal pathways, chewing on the glands
Rhymes separate my DNA strands with a despicable proportion
Consorting with my demons and the effect is metaphysical, screwing with my past
And, since we talking metaphysics
I've never heard better lyrics to murder gimmicks patter with this
Never leaving, clever readings, matter killings when giving meaning to living, pew! It's in a guess
Bridging the gap between godliness and godly living like I knew it wouldn't last

[Verse 2]
Meanwhile, rappers are overworked and underpaid
But Raxion is overworked and not paid at all, wondering where the day gone
Thinkin' about the times my granny told me to stay strong, can't wait more, I work towards to pray more
I've made songs that prove me unorthodox like Trayvon watching gay porn, in an apron, with Akon
See, I've been through it all in a matter of four years
Never knew a life of no stress
But that's a price you pay when your only destination is progress
I'm Tobas in a tour bus for being Divergent, so put me in a simulation and see how I got four fears
That's, my granny's sister dying before I can make her proud
Allowing people to tell me how to rap or how to fucking sound
Compromising my true potential for a record deal
And making it to the top just to realize I didn't keep it real: Four
Fear no man but God Himself
They can not kill me nor replace me, my n***a I'm time itself
I had to lose everything and everyone just to find myself
And now they wanna see me lose me for them to say I've never been myself
That reminds me of a conversation I had with this n***a the other day
He told me following trends is the only way
To make it to the top cause people only listen to music about them diba heads
They don't care if the message is vacant or is the same just put in different into words
That's why me and n***as like those will never be the same
They make music to feed they' families, I make music to bring a change
I'm giving pain a vivid face because I limp and bleed each day, reliving pain
Broken heart inside a guitar string, beneath the creeping stage of stage fright, I'm living in state lines
They talkin' of hate rhymes, and judging my pained eyes
Cause I show my feelings without pretending, that's great prime
Everybody thinking they the Chosen One
Me? I don't know, seemingly, I've been the chosen one
Show me anyone who came where I come from by being real, I'll wait
Fuck it, forever is a long time to wait

[Verse 3]
Anyway, I love this a capella shit, it makes me connect to what rap is supposed to be
Supposedly supposing me is posing myth I'm closing feat
Evoking peace, awoken beast with bony teeth, gory glints, suppose a king who pose a bit of poison gin but knows the thing that shows the win is like a woven holding stint of golden rings from Budicus cause kings don't die they grow to live
Like Gwen Stefani giving you chills by supposition
I server any any link upon a mere presupposition
I go missing if it's not, lyrical content you call my name about
Don't compare me to these rappers rapping for sake of clout
After bitches on a daily, flauntin' off they bank accounts
Dropping album after album only for the sake of chasing clout

[Interlude 1]
I'm never on that

[Continuation of Verse 3]
They never called me the best so I miss the call and never call back
Too many rappers pop because of trends and claim they' the best
And then they fall off going from 'the one' to just another one and claim to be the greatest ever, psshhh, wassup with all that?
But jokes to the side when talking bout me du'
I, funny find it funny how they doubt me when I when I believe in me more than i-Fani
Like Ghandi, my passive resistance is otherwise true
My residual self is unlocked inside the Matrix, that's for paradise too

[Interlude 2]
Did I just make an A-Reece referral? Shit, I supposed I did

[Verse 4]
They never book me by face but Facebook like DJ Cleo
We say Neo relays my current location which is always lonely and feeling lost
On my way to greatest without even needing course
Peaking force, seeking doors to fill me cause, I've been a boss
I've seen a lot, and you can't teach me anything I mean with course, I'd need to floss
Believe in flaws, and in the beauty of the pain we feel but hid to feel like loss
Can never pick us apart but it does
Tearing apart our hearts, lacerating our deepest scars and to be hard
I'm Hip Hop to the core
Somebody call DJ Speedsta and tell him we should be in bud'niss
Every time he's killing them, son
I bring them back to life for him to kill them some more
You can't compare me to nobody I'm on a league of my own
Studied PDot O
So until Kingdom Come, I run through the Devil's Playground with Angels on my back like, "This Can't Be Life,"
Under The Sun till all the flowers die if that's what it takes for you to Celebrate The Roses
Focused when I try and closest to the sky for me to Fly above the Cold Waters
Dear God, heal my soul cause we're all just Saints & Sinners
We're all just Damned & Tainted merely searching for some meaning but, still

[Verse 5]
They all want me to change to what I'm not supposed to be
My flow be Sodium Hypochlorite the way I'm Soaked In Bleach
I'm so for real, they follow me cause not doing is FOMO, please
I'm from the dirt, my soul won't clean without a seam of OMO, bleach
Still Waters just below my feet
Dissing me and having me give a shit could be the greatest feat in your life you'll ever achieve
I'm rather bleak, I gotta speak
I do this for my mother, peace is rather deep, the flow is cold like East Arctics and other creeks
I'm overdosing on confidence, lyricism and other things, you wanna see?

[Verse 6]
Okay, I use my phone but I usually write my shit on a pad I'm old school like that, but then again
There's not much to this New School
Just a bunch of rappers who sound like a bunch of other rappers while they thinking it's cool
A lot of trappers do not like me cause I criticize that autotune
If you ain't The Big Hash, or Mseventy DeeTee or even Zoocci, stay the fuck away from autotune!

[Interlude 3]
Off tune-ass wannabe n***a

[Verse 7]
I'm not a new kid
But I'm the truest
I'm the n***a with the- coughs
Excuse the coughing just that I'm too sick
I never eat beef, I eat rappers, matter fact I may pick somebody's career with a toothpick
My cool sticks are ruthless abuse these
Untalented rappers doing music to compensate for correlated attention they never got growing up
That's if they even had music to account for or use with, stupid
You can not impede this shit my n***a, it was God given
Open up my soul 'til my demons are evenly even
Before The Trip into the world of the Damned & Tainted for absolution
We all have so much meaning and I've been tryna show you this shit

[Outro]
I hope you see it now. The same way you can see I have just killed a lot of rappers with this