[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo
You know who it is
Dwoyo
Classic shit
Yeah
Look, look

[Verse 1]
Step up out of my vicinity
Fire flow coming straight down your chimney
Everybody knows that you ain't who you pretend to be
And I don't think that you can handle my intensity
Raising my stock, you don't know what else I have in store
Search until you can't no more, clean up on aisle four
Loved by the publics, all you do is win dicks, see?
No wonder why you always say you go ham
Nah man, you're mistaken, your shit's already bacon
I been cooking, overlooking's only gonna get you taken
By surprise, when you realize that I can verbalize
Leaving you hypnotized and paralyzed until you idolize
Otherwise, Ima have to teach you not to generalize and show you why the rhymes that I comprise are hard to find
Who am I? A skinny dude with a vocabulary
Hoping I don't have to keep calling my dreams imaginary
Go back to your corner, keep on playing secondary
Single handedly winning, you could call me Odell (wow!)
How I do so well, do tell? Spit bars like cells, I do excel
Take a chick you met and take her back to my hotel
Different girls riding me like I'm a carousel
We're 50-50? You're gonna have to master this, I heard you and your raps are shit and that was just the half of it
So please play the part of Iverson and answer this
How do you think you're good when no one understands your shit?
Out of curiosity, what's with the hypocrisy?
You've been talking blasphemy while I'm spitting the homily
If I show ferocity, I'll turn to a monstrosity, and atrocity
Killing the villains while sinning and winning and do it in different velocities
Real rhymes come from real minds, my philosophy
Any questions? Nah bitch, you ain't Socrates
I'm murdering the game and ain't nobody stopping me
No record deal arresting me, tryna make me cop a plea
This music lacking in some quality
Rich dudes buying bars from the dollar tree
Richer n***as writing checks instead of writing bars
What do they tell them ho's riding in their shiny cars?
"I made this, yeah bitch I claim this"
That's shameless, credit to the dude you found on craigslist
But they'll still be on everybody's playlist
Cooking up beats, but the food is so tasteless
Yo shit is irrelevant, my flow is so elegant
Shit's about to drop just like a chandelier
There's a reason why I only fuck with Seminoles
I play em with my poetry until she shakes the spear
So listen up, I got a different flava for ya ear
Serving delicious rhymes and making haters disappear
I'm on a different tier, my league is so premier
I've got an Arsenal of rhymes that you need to hear
I'm thinking of shit like this like all of the time, all on my mind, original, lyrical, make these miracles, reaching the pinnacle, gimme some time
Man I know that's your girl, but I want her tonight
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to try? (what else)
Once I grab the pen, you could thank later
Ima turn blank papers into bank papers
Empire, boy I'm headed for the skyscrapers
Till I walk up on the sky, where's my lightsaber
Hope you enjoy the rest of the mixtape
Full of thoughts I never knew how to dictate
Now my cranium is bigger than a stadium
It's good to know that my dreams are in good shape, uh

[Snippet: Chris Collinsworth]
(Oh my goodness!)
Classic shit, man
(This is sick, put this to music!)