[1st Verse]
Gimme the mic or I’mma snatch it like a savage
I serve an ace, put up deuces, get the advantage
I’ll show you what a perfect ten is, you boys is average
Damn I'm feeling mean yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, ya-yeah!
I’m ominous, mmhmm I’m o-minous
Get your vocabulary up - that wasn’t word to Dennis
I kinda marvel at how you boys are so comical -
Withdraw. Don't cross the line if you can't spit it this raw
Naw, ironically enough my shit is never undercooked
I’m so destructive in my field - I should be overbooked
You boys degrading, under C's so you're overlooked
I'm working on my choruses so I can keep them hooked
Hook, line and sinker, the deeper thinker - it's set in stone
No matter how much you tinker, just like a singer I set the tone
They a-do-re-mi-fa-so many different reasons
They'll fall in love with the winner for at least half the seasons
And some will spring up cause they fiending for the heat
Regardless of what you’re looking for chances are I got what you need
You ain’t met a force strong as that in these metaphors
Listen, it’s just physics: you gravitating towards the boy…

[2nd Verse]
Now back to business, pay attention in these five minutes
This a solo effort just to show you how my mind is in it
See when you're always dropping bombs, you're bound to go over heads
Rappers got terrible aim with all their shots, it seems they all misled
They all the same, all cut from the same fabric
I leave you washed up as soon as I drop some magic
No hearing aids, but a n***a so so def
I'm so so def my edge will leave you boys looking jagged
From now on you need to know Yung Teez-R is the motion
I am what the noise about, I am the commotion
The way I stay on track you would think it's locomotion
But it’s all plain to see like it's crashing in the ocean
When my illness spreads nobody got the potion
The things you say put in question your intelligence quotient
Well I guess that makes you boys kids to me
Making me the G.O.A.T, greatest of all time in history
Initially I had to give you my initials
The flow, I never force it, so I'm tapping my potential
Best of the best - only one of my credentials
And they say that life is sweet but homie mine is presidential
But on a real I only race against time
At 19 it's expected that I've reached my prime
Homie best believe I’m only getting started
My arrival’s here to make you take flight, or join the dearly departed:
You choose...

[3rd Verse]
Banter with homeys from home keeps me homing
Accurate and precise, understand I’ve been honing
Skills to make the bars more barbaric than Conan
Doyle. That art thurr sure lock my mental homes, boy
I make you seem prepubescent, it’s elementary
I'm in my element, me and music got perfect chemistry
And though I Rock, you ain't smelling the shit I'm cooking up
What I'm dropping is mega, n***a you ain't Good enough
So take the rhyme you were going to write to go behind the mic
To try and spit and you can Throw It In The (trash) Bag
Go shed a tear and gnash your teeth, wake yourself up from The-Dream
'Fore it turns to the worst mare you ever had
Don't get it twisted I didn't forget the 'night'
Sir I'm showing that I can haunt you at any given time
I kill myself, so I can be my own ghostwriter
But I'm not on the sewer side, I ain't a ninja turtle fighter
Wished a n***a would, Master Splinter you got
Kicking nasty flows, ain't a plumber who could unclog
Shitting on them like I don't know where the loo is - Leona
I got farther/godfather they treat me like Vito Corleone (ah)
But now I am switching the flow up
You rappers are kidding, you n***as should grow up
I’m planting these seeds in your minds all the time
Eventually you will have green you can roll up
My joints show you that you cannot blow my high
But don’t turn them into a bone of contention
You on the same old shit, you better retire
Don’t think this is real? You better start pinching
I need not mention, deserve recognition
For all of my drive, kept the key in Ignition
I ain't R. Kelly, but suckas is pissing
Me off, see I only hear repetition
About reputations that’s yet to be proven
Telling you straight, giving lessons in ruling
The Great Zimbabwean - I leave the game ruined
Rap is a language, in which I’m fluent
They tryna figure out who my influence is
Wasting their time, they cannot get immune to this
There was a time when existed a cure for this
Now there’s no choice, you must go through with this
I bet you’re hoping that I’m through with this
Yeah n***a, I bet you’re hoping I’m through with this -
But not yet...

[4th Verse]
This is the fourth, the back and forth is almost complete
Should serve as a warning for anyone tryna compete
No longer need to prove my capabilities to anybody
We should stop giving these cape abilities to anybody
Too many rappers is thinking they’re Clark Kent
While they're laying in their crib tonight, I’m trying to get my vision right
Tryna show it to the blind, open up the blinds
So take a peek through the curtain of the window to my mind
You’ll notice that I am just like a breath of fresh air
Nothing could compare, to the imprints that I bear
I notice blank stares as I’m moving up the ranks
On such a high plain of thought you’d think I fuck with dank
But that ain’t the case - that life would never suit me
That’s not a shot at stoners though, just showing how I do me
Not bad for a newbie huh? Sure you don’t wanna panic yet?
Four words: April 16 - PsyCho Analysis
Gone