[Verse 1]
Not many men have left my circle and survived
Sliced them up with a few bars and left their ego circumcised
Dont act like you surprised "Close your mouth" yeah I said it
Ask Maya, ask Nikki, ask Sonya where I get it
I'm your literary nemesis follow you in your sleep
Annihilate your subconscious before your thoughts become speech
Before your voice becomes leaked and I am forced to devour you
Digest you and excrete
I'm a regular person
Extraordinary MC
Who's deified when she rhymes and immortalized on these beats
I know that's why I intimidate
I know that's why you cower
Actin' like you oblivious to my terrible power
I'll save you an hour
I'm dope
But you can't capture my flow by repeatin' my album
I'm reheatin' your microwave rappers pushin' your buttons
Everytime I do a takeover make matter out your nothin
I'm the rappin' ayatollah
Title holder of the highest order
Full disclosure
I'm gon' reupholster your entire sofa
Every time you chill
You gonna see my grill and get back to focus
I inspire competition, spark ambition in the hopeless
You can call me VanZant I'll fix your life in 40 verses
[Sax interlude]
Yaaaay!

[Verse 2]
Now let me introduce you to the proof that hip hop still exists
Listen close to the words that I produce from out my lips
This outer limits, outta order
Automatic album hit
Out their mind
Self proclaimed enigmatic alchemist
How come it's so easy for me
6 years and 9 albums somebody call Yeezy for me
I'm the G O D son
Somebody call Jesus for me
Miracles and holy water
Lyrically cold your honor
I'm pleadin' guilty to all counts of murders, the career killer, rhyme slayer, character assassinator
Dare you test me now and find out what I'm capable of later?
Aren't you glad I warned you informed you of my destructive nature?
Y'all jokers AC Slater
Saved by the bizz-ell
Saturday mornings 1990s raised mama wizz-ell
In case y'all can't tell
This rap thing is a fetish
I obsess with every letter till each word is prophetic
Till each phrase is ??slayed to the east wing medic??
Complete shame via text
A deep stain on your record
I'll keep sayin my piece till I reach fame for my effort
All I really want is credit for improving your mental reservoir
Then I take a bow and allow you to reach my level floor