Verse(1)
I'm this generations general jumping into volcanoes
Showing no fear of fire, I'm firing at an angle
Building up all these halos
Shooting straight for the stars, cause stars shooting at me
Meteor showers causing these cowards to fucking flee
Wishing upon a star for my death they want me deceased
I'm gunning your galaxy, Galactus is so beneath
Dead bodies all in the streets, My tummy's filling with glee
Top of the food chain, nah n***a im at the peak
Feasting on falling soldiers, who tried to run no composure
They posers posing as posies, While im arriving as weed
Posted inside your Eden and eating at all your eves
Ev-e-ning Mr. Rogers i realize your on my team
Sniping these motherfuckers who wanna go AWOL
With bullets bills that be bigger than chinamans great wall
Corner you and your pockets you playing the 8-ball
Decipher words of disciples and siphon em to a cipher
HOUSTON STAND UP!!
Verse(2)
Flow is miscellaneous and it's fitted for craniums
And it's crashing down like a comet your conscious is caving in
To much knowledge is dangerous at least for the higher ups
They'll poison your food supply and that steak that your frying up
But enough of this conscious shit im digging the positive but
Back to flowing with demons we changing its time to shift
The devil was down in Georgia, talking back how he flowed
I cut his fucking tongue out and then told him im in control
N***a im the commode commander with stars of gold
Words could bail the U.S out of any currency hold
And still have enough to make rain over Detroit
Now im admiral in gold fleece my troops are being deployed
Was born in 92 so im to accustomed to tarus
A bull in a china shop is tutorial of my roaring
You're coming up short like the arms of tyrannosaurus
Mr malevolent mind,emcee nah devil disguised leading a revolution
And causing the rebels to rise rappers be pedaling rhymes
Phil goods a A felon in crime* phantom from hell and its time
Houston stand up. I don't sip syrup mother fucker i shell it!
Pump it like gas inside of you n***as bellys
Verse(3)
Elimination is handkerchief when the lead cries
Bedstuy, Compton stomp to till you fled chi
Bled lines, Phil Good? Nah Phil bad
I peel ass and my saliva drip with acid, alumni, Illuminati i make you caskets
Irrelevant, eradicate you to, nastradumus
I'll step inside your booth so get ready to box Muhammad
Animated asses your wifeys to dog gromit
I sign language to make you n***as go mute
Throw em up like vomit and drown you in it you won't recoup
Now gaze inside the eyes of a kratos that had the courage
To give the devil demise of his speech and yes every word
Than swallow tongue and play the role of serpent
Entice you with album apple the knowledge you gain is very worth it
Born January 4th im Capricorn, you n***as lack the form
While im in control like the remote
I'll show you that your poems padawon, You better saddle on
Cause you're riding my sign and it's the G.O.A.T
I'll drown you're ass in syrup so the ride'll start slow
But my capital is energy flow might fucking explode
I'm nas and Michael Jordan skill combined
Best of both worlds i handle the basketball just like i handle rhymes
That's perfect balance im merking talent so stand in line