[Verse 1]
Holdin' the mic tight in hand with the grand plan to be
The greatest rapper in the land, the man slammin' MCs
Dismantlin' beats, handlin' heat, scannin' the streets
And scramblin' fleets of sheep, talkin', ramblin' creeps
Plan to retreat, abandon vanity, gamblin' with ya sanity
Can it be that my flows encapsulate cats like canopies
Jam- crammin' a slammin' beat demandin' the center of gravity
At max channel capacity, flaggstaff of the rhapsody
Half of me wants to battle cats the other half doesn't
Kind of a waste of time to try and find who I should bludgeon
Trudgin' through the masses, whack static, and has-beens
Snappin' the wings, of bastards and fiends lackin' in tactics
Phat shit, mad vapid, roamin' a zone bat shit
Crazy- hating on swaggots who have inadequate practice
Grabbing girls' asses, Zap Brannigan mackin'
Jaw-jackin' the average habit, flatter than halibut
Have a bit of this radical rap-shit
Mad kids thinkin' they want it until the track hits
Casually fracturin' international gatherings
Jabbin' and plasterin' badgerin' actors, mathematics immaculate (uh)

[Chorus]
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (that's right)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Man I'm, man man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 2]
Here are the results, drilled you like a D-Ball
Prime directive was to be accepted then to revolt
Friend, I tend to revolve it's all in how I evolve
Life's a B-O-U and T to fakie taking the fall
We ball, here right out of sight vision
Clear that shit up off the steering wheel of which I'm grippin'
With open ears I listen to the excrement they spittin'
Out the hole in they face, I'm holdin' my place complacent taste of mission
Look
Out the ordinary, fact, I'm sorta scary
Like the kid from Sixth Sense chillin' with his friends down at the mortuary
Course you're wary of this shit, I'm the kid you tryin' to get with
Toss words out windows, make widows transmitting real shit
Feel this, double back, blow a hole, burn [?] tracks
Sit double stacks, [a mouth ?] down, I'm ready to live like bubble pack
Pounce down that sound wack, tracks to make your ears twitch
Hear this fearless, lyrics fearin' steerin' near miss
Gear shift, take the third, tires burn, hit the curb, spit some words
Flip the bird, external feel, we squeal and swerve
Feel this, I deal in verbs, spearfishing this wishin' herd
Takin' turns, make ya earn clean glisten from visitors

[Chorus]
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (that's right)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (that's right)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (that's right)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (okay)
Swear man, I'm hotter than rap phenomenon (that's right)