[Verse 1]
Im a sick individual
They praying for a miracle
Cos no one on this earth ever saw someone so lyrical
Im balling so spherical
My calling so spiritual
Cos God called me up started talking all political
Begging me to come save the game it’s a pity
Now Im burning all these rappers and im repping for the city
King Midas flow everything I spit gold
Like I came out of the freezer all these bars are so cold
Swift like a jedi yeah the mic my lightsaber
And so when im feeling low yeah the mic my life saver
Im too sick, apologies if you catch ebola
Game in my hands like a PS4 controller
I am solar so im fucking up the system
And im heading for the moon this my interstellar mission
I dismiss em with my writtens while they bitching
Call me chef ramsey I be cooking in the kitchen
Cooking in the kitchen (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Cooking in the kitchen I be stirring up the pot
I be always on point, like im harden with the shot
I never miss, let me take it back and reminisce
When I started writing testaments that was my Genesis
Here to be the king, but they saying I won't make it
I'll jump higher like I'm Jordan grab the crown and imma take it
Out they hands, while the fans going crazy in the stands
I do it because its passion fuck the money and the bands
I do it because I love it so I put nothing above it
And if time is really money then im working on a budget
Time is running out and every second falling quicker
But im working all the time so every second I get sicker
My mind is going loopy like its hard off on that liquor
Got the devil on my shoulder and the other got the vicar
The devil playing games and he trying to waste my time
But Im never gonna listen im just steady writing rhymes
Steady writing lines cos im fine like a wine
Waiting for this moment
They been praying for a saviour
Tell these rapppers im a killer please don’t play with my behaviour
Working on my craft now im sharper than a razor
So I slit these rappers wrists I be doing them a favour