[Intro]

Yeah
Check me out, yo

[Verse]

Yes I'm a smart, raw rapper
A lion roars after
I capture

When I attack you raps you tripped back
And I kidnapped ya

Having you trapped with the actual rapping [wrapping]
Apparatus
Back in the carriage
Carry the lot of you actors

You lack in savages - this:
After this you battle the cause of Holocaust
You're facing the harder rapping force of the raw

And when I roar with my pride
Then I'm 'rocking gorgeous' like
Gorgon broads on the horses
And hordes of my lyrics
Rapture you gimmicks
Gimme the gun, I mean mic
You better run and yes I mean right
Now to the underground
What you commercial rappers just found now

I'm agitated
Just waiting on you cats to mistaken
My reawakening
Baking you porky n***as like basted bacon
I'm patiently aching for days I be gracefully
Making dinner by frying all these n***as on bars
With steamed veggies and this pap, n***a

And I told you that I won't stop, n***a

And all of y'all get me awfully nauseous
Hoping you cautious
Of a lyrical domination
Onto these weaker vessels - yes the dominated

Now we're passing Obama pages
And Negroes know what the rest of them miscalculated

And like that, I'm the last, black, boom-bappin'
President of Rappin'
I'm hoping that a madman can make me retire from rappin'
'cause right now?
There's a lack of action and I'm getting bored
Just cut the track in actual fact:
I'm the assassin in black
Man the kid, the raw man - the factual act
Get back in your raps
After you cats decide to bring the artistry back - Picasso, Baby

And nobody tried touchin' on this hot flow, baby. (x5)

[Outro]

Yeah. It's good