The second I drop wisdom, I'd reckon the plot thickens
Return from distraught visions with a head of lost systems
I canoed across the ocean to the section of insanity
Then realized I'm the problem, so now my disorders handle me
Need a verse on your track? You can talk to me
While copycat cats copy cats pathologically
I rap like my ass's got a knack for psychology
Probably got a monopoly on dropping bars awkwardly
So fuck it, homie, if you need beat killed
Hit me for dope shit and I'll slide you a refill
Ya feel me? It seems like rap's gone stupid
But my team flawless, you can call me Don Shula
Beyond super, say that man's too tough
I ball in indiana, something like I'm Andrew Luck
Dude, shush, there's nothing you can say that'll change it
Cause my bars made the case, I'm just waiting for a plaintiff

Spinning the game with them cyclone rhymes
While rappers bite me on and off, call that i/odine
But I don't mind, balancing flow with tightrope lines
And all these white girls want me like iPhone 5's
It's the meticulous artist who spits ridiculous bars
On your playlist higher than a ship from the martians
Spitting out garbage, the worst-mixed spitter
But he snapped on draft day like a first-pick center
Best-dressed hoosier evil as Lex Luthor
Travel back in time and try to reinvent the future
Only popping chrome when I wheelie on my scooter
Got your girlfriend in my home, and O'm feeling on her hooters
Bring punch lines and dope shit like I showed up to prom high
Almost got assassinated, 'cept they shot the wrong guy
Now I'm on them trees, near the sky, yelling, "Bonzai!"
And far as artists go, you know I came from a long line