[Verse]
Welcome to the world of immortal where lyrics live forever
Turn the volume up so you can really hear a livin' legend
If I was a numerical value I'd be a 7
Heaven knows I'm [?] that's why I rep a star and crescent
What I spit is like a bit of holy water
Bless you with impeccable messages out of my orifice
I don't give a damn if you king me my ninja wing me
Goin' to war with these bars I promise I'm on my horror shit
My freestyle got 'em freaked out
Like them junkies walkin' beats with ratty furs and cheeks out (huh?)
You wanna play get your jersey and your cleats out
I'm Pelé, you ballin' everytime I put a release out
This the realest artist you ever heard on your audio
Bangin' out universes from subatomic particles
Argue on my position on top is rather implausible
Kinda like J.F.K. be my hero don't let me martyr you
I'll clap back like assassins on a grassy knoll
Me and losing are diametrically opposed
Like you in the caliber of my talent you will get froze
So chill because you ain't even a notch on my totem pole
Like I'm poet [?] flow beloved like Toni Morrison
Poor growin' up but my brilliance developed royally
You might see me now rollin' in my Corolla
But trust and believe me bruh that the chrome to match the persona
I'm the maker and the owner
Take your life in a moment
Then resurrect you like ISIS with a microphone and the words I've spoken
You think I'm jokin' I don't have no prior history
But you up all them nights tryin' to replace the I in victory
Highly unlikely partner I'm [?] Lion
You Puss In Boots in your future like a tent with no preacher
There's equally no chance of revival
I'm trying to go viral like common colds in the winter without a seed of [?]
Naturally born emcee killer that's makin' [?]
Y'all prolly sayin' she changed she so pedestrian
What happened to that space rap that starseed y'all question me
Answer took 'em 6 years to catch up to me
Them boys on that Edgar Hoover I stay on my Huey P
All black and fist up crystals on my wrist up
Lay grindin' out these 16s that y'all can get the gist of
I'm still on that GodHop, told you I ain't come from here
I'm broadcasting on Mars you're glarin' through your TV1 premier
Splatterin' patterns and shapes out of my trachea
Hangin' these weaker lines out to dry like delicate underwear
I'm so underrated
Five mics will not suffice to describe the daily fight that I'm rumblin' here
It's like, Godzilla to a God, listen
It ain't easy sparrin' bare-fist to a livin' Goddess is it
I farther align you with enlighten you in a cypher
Then watch you evolve in minutes
My pen and pad is like WMD
I'm bubblin' now but when I blow my buildin' is ruthless
Meaning the sky's the limit
[Outro]
You can't test the champion's sound
You gettin' bugged down
Recognize the GodHop clique outta A-town
You say you numba one wicked selecta
I say you a weak boy and I'll test ya
Keep it chill 'fore I get trill on this record
'Cause you don't wanna vex me when the God is in the session (brrra)