[Verse 1]
Instantaneous wonder with violent verbage, face it
I bring the thunder, no matter how you word it, these
Miscellaneous rappers pillow-writing, about as hard as pillow-biting while pillow-fighting
Standing in my presence for one second takes a liking to being
Struck by lightening while skinny-dipping in the lake of fire
Or dangling from your wrists in a meat locker with dead fish for hours, sprayed with cold water ’til you’re frozen solid
Illogic diabolic, detrimental to oxygen
Snatch breath from propaganda and press tryna box me in
I’m more than underground, don’t get it distorted
I just spit so heavy the overground soil can’t support it
"Well, I heard MC So-And-So saying they caught up with you
‘cause you ain’t toured and without an album in a long time"
Homie, I can never tour again and drop another record and they still couldn’t catch up to what I’m foreseen did in ’99

[Hook]
There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
We stayed silent for too long

There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
When you play right, you write wrong
[Verse 2]
It’s instantaneous wonder, spectacular skill
Writing embodies summer even though I’m usually chill
Usually ill, lost my prescription for penicillin, no refills
Cal Doc quick, this dude’s sick, find his pills
I’m not screwed too tight, starving
Waiting for preparation of the food you write often
I have a vision of a torture machine putting you in, twisting your neck and limbs slowly ’til your bones poke through your skin
You don’t want me to take it to that place where every time I rhyme it’s like I’m splashing acid on your face
If you don’t know me, this intro’s ridiculous
Call me the sultan of spit, the pinnacle of penmanship
None identical, the closest are my three sons, you’re hopeless
See Ill beams with the brilliance of three suns, it’s simple
I’m the best and you’re the worst, I’m blessed, you’re cursed
I pocket a wallet, you rockin’ a man-purse

[Hook]
There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
We stayed silent for too long

There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
When you play right, you write wrong