[Intro]

[Hook]
It's like that y'all check it out now
(Yeah Yeah, now check the method) x4

[Verse 1: Mwenya]
I'm a beast, an animal; Feast on MC's like a cannibal
It's not my fault that they walk into my mandibles
Flow intangible, untouchable; God Particles
I'm not a God MC but I'm definitely spiritual
I'm indubitable, sick but not curable
Dr. Dre fucked up with my pharmaceuticals
I miss the doobies dude, life was beautiful
Back when my hair kept it shaggy like Scooby Doo
And who are you to judge the life I live?
I see my future like it's tatted on my inner eyelids
I'm not violent but I kill with silence
That's kindness, I give an inch and they take a mileage
I bust a rhyme like a leader of the new school
And I'm on point like A-T-C-Q tip, top shape
Bitch I bring the bass like a fucking earthquake, Wayne

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mwenya]
So now it's verse 2, you know I'm finna spit like perfume
Shhht Shhht, if you want you could learn too
I got that verbal that emotionally burn you
Make a grown man write it down in his journal (It was a nightmare)
And I won't stop
I never started from the bottom like some flip flops
They say Hip Hop is dead, well I'm a fucking Zombie
Keep it classy like I'm wearing Fitch & Abercombie
And I'm connected like Wi-Fi, even though I'm old school like tie-dye
I'm still fly like Sci-Fi, and Imma stay at your neck like a tight tie
It's simple, people pop champagne I pop pimples
I'm eighteen with a great dream and a sick instrumental
And I feel myself like blind men
Cause I'm breaking boundaries, like that hymen
So what more can I say?
I kill shit like an assassin, I should get paid
And I'm only a signing away
So Lord Finesse please just take it away
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lord Finesse]
It's like that y'all, and I keep figures
It's the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street n***a
Lord Finesse got the swift rap
And you don't need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that
In years to come I'm bound to shine
Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show n***as I get down for mine
Word life, you know the haps
Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got plenty rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfuckers just oughta gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya fast
Whether you're the best MC with a mic, or you're straight up trash
My lyrics excel, hops
From the ghetto streets upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
No doubt I got clout (Word)
I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I'm out

[Hook]