As I walk the metropolis under sovereign auspices
I’m a dark-spitting arsonist with a closet of carcasses
I’ll be stalking your offices, beg your pardon for heartlessness
The unfortunate part of this is I’m just getting started, list
Twenty artists that’s marvelous, any genre regardless if
It’s an author, guitarist, r&b singer or novelist
Went to rich from impoverished so the obvious moral is
Since I started worked hardest and been exalted because of it
As I lay in my palace, kicking sick hateful analysis
Written pages of battle spit, palms laden with calluses
I’ll be slaying the blasphemous everyday with no absences
Changing phrases to calculus with the ways of an alchemist
Reaching deep in a sea of ‘em, speeches leak at a premium
Breeding and feeding ‘em in my cerebral endometrium
I speak to mediums that teach me of nature’s ingredients
Then drink the sweetness that discretely secretes from its thelium
I’m slow cooking and simmering, prepping them for dismemberment
Fifty pound Timberlands, you ever seen a sheet of paper hemorrhaging?
Sleeping in Narnia, dreaming I had insomnia
In a dorm in a storm, conjuring ominous formulas
When you try to get hostile quick, my responses are monstrous
And the blocks get rocketed out of pockets of consciousness
I break cosmic rules and laws, make prophets using bars
Make molecules dissolve and silence move through walls
Your attempts are commendable, my offense indefensible
Twist and flip you continual ’til you’re rendered expendable
I can still remember these bars with years of memory loss
Rip your extremities off then make you give me applause
I like to stare at civilians while preparing to kill them
The schizophrenic birthday clown scaring the children
Flashing simple dramatics that bend and rip through metallics
I’m more twisted and callus than maggots mixed in a salad
Reduce your weight into ounces and propagate my announcements
Indoctrinate a new sound that’ll knock you straight through a mountain
I’m foraging and exploring, orbiting in a DeLorean
Every morning waking you, playing my songs on an accordion
Hateful and slanderous, misbehaving and scandalous
Nauseating my handlers as I bathe in tarantulas
We kidnap material tyrants then make up theories and write ‘em
Pack master satchels I use to gather invisible items
My right hand’ll deface ya, my other hand is a razor
Communicate to the H ’til my mother’s standing in Asia
My escapades and endeavors shock and amaze you forever
Twenty days in the craziest weather, blending phrases together
I’m racing and spinning cars, no way you can win the war
I’m at a pagan seminar, chasing and slaying Minotaurs
I’m serving plates in my school ’til every nation is full
My verticality baffles the gravitational pull
I’m halting the replication of all dismal creations
Break the code of any language with hand signal translations
My impeccable stats got them checking for facts
I let bats enter and swim in your intestinal tract, I’m out
I'm Out