[Verse]
Loaded guns on my armrest, that's where the bombs rest
Make you die a napalm death (Kaboom)
I get benefits and dissenters for my workflow
I got no use to get involved if the purse low
Study the laws of the land, there's much to be known
This food for the dome; I got hands of stone like Roberto (Durán)
I'm no brakes and all turbo; this shit ain't for commercial
Dungeons of rap shit, give you more steel than blacksmiths
My expertise in weaponries I turn to equities
I get my revenge in victory
Spin you like rotisserie, my engine's made for high performance
Me fallin' short is a rare occurrence (Yeah), I'm paid well for my service
I'm just fulfillin' my purpose
I'll make a purchase - investments for all my urges
This a resurgence, I arose from deep under submergence
I can't keep up with the circus 'cause it's worthless
For what it's worth, I'm into rings and belts
Long as it lead to wealth; I do for self, I move in stealth
I'ma get money if nothin' else; I don't do nothin' else
You don't like it? Go fuck yourself
Craven pulled this outta the stash for me to bash
In the gladiator's arena, they wouldn't last
I'm like a national treasure, light as a feather
You'll get decapitated from the Excalibur bearer
I'll make your death the end of an era - it's terror
Sometimes I get scared of myself when lookin' in the mirror ([?])
It's Dump Gawd, take a picture, write it down
Thinkin' you gon' come up off me? Nah, you goin' down
Mics, I throw around; put in more work than whole towns
During training, going thirty-six rounds
I firebend styles; they want me banned from rap and exiled
But I'm just watchin' the checks pile
There's plenty mics I smoked in X-Files
Check my resumé, it checks out
Brr-r-r!