[Verse]
I'm lyrically catching bodies, and feeling like Casanova
I'm murdering all these rappers, with beats I been rapping over
When it comes to the charts I been springing like Saratoga
Rapping with all this static I had it, the rap ebolo
Lyrical criminal killing you with these syllables
Bars are critical, difficult, making a rapper miserable
Spitting these miracles, typical you is pitiful
Sending subliminals at the minimals that are visible
Came here to kill it, feeling like Michael Myers
Dropping bombs in the track, lyrically lighting wires
I'm fighting writing these rhymes, I'm the type to ignite the fire
I'm not the type of teen that will quit, or might retire
I'm spitting the hot fire, sending in shots fired
You ain't going nowhere like you getting a popped tire
Saying I lost the battle, making you stop liar
Rappers tryna sleep on me, sadly they not tired
They could get in they bed, counting sheep's in they head
I'm asking can you rap like me, no trippy red
I'm not the type of person that's filling you with the lead
But I am the type of person to bring back the living dead
Girls are mad pretty but maybe it ain't the genes
'Cause maybe they born with it, and maybe it's Maybelline
Jay Z, Jermaine Dupri, I'm yelling "Money ain't a thing"
Like the Game or Pusha T, I'm demanding you name me king
Putting rappers in the grave all the time
Got 5 fingers of death like the Shade 45
When I'm spitting lyrics they gon' see the flame in my eyes
Stay right in lines for this game with the rhyme
You ain't wasting my time, blacking out like Red and Meth
But wake up, as a champion like I'm Inspectah Deck
You don't have to like me but, still must respect the rep
36 Chambers of rap, so protect your neck
I rap like Black Moon, but I ain't with Duck Down
People think I'm Smiff n Wesson cos I'm out of Bucktown
Eat so many rappers feeling like it's lunch now
Sending 6 points to your rhymes like a touchdown
Plus, I'll be making the gun sounds, spitting the bars 'til sun down
Feel like I'm Canibus, bitch I'll be knocking out all the rappers in one round
Lil Dee's the king yes, I am the high and mighty
Leave a rapper with a shit stain in they tighty whitey's
Pulling all the booty as a kid, I think I got the cooties
Leaving rappers one eyed willy feeling just like I'm the Goonies
Had a great summer no bummer sorry Judy
Killing emcees I leave them ghost, Call of Duty
Rap and making people's brains popping like bubblegum
Got keys like Khaled, yelling out "Another one!"
With your mother son, where you think you got your brother from?
I'm running round the game, causing havoc 'cause I'm troublesome
Three years deep, that's the trifecta
On the film for the fest up in Tribeca
Science lab vibes bitch I'm finna dissect ya
Me I grind hard, so I make my rhymes check ya
Allergy to cheese but collecting my cheddar
My rhymes tight squeeze guy's fight me
I got bars for 'em, let me blow your mind like Eve
Cut from a different cloth, they ain't god's like me
Your prime time want a don fly rhyme Dee
Yes, I'm phryme time like the Royce the 5'9", g
Name a recent rapper spitting lines like these
I'm like "hey there Delilah in a fly white tee" (heh)
I be causing rain, going all up on the game
Used to be on loner's boulevard like I was Tory Lanez
Used to feel like I'm a sponge, absorbing all the pain
Now I spit that lyrical subliminally gory flames
Want to lead the orchestra, turn your back on the crowd
Only turn around once they start to clap and you bow
Interact with all your fans about your rapping and sound
Drive slowly through your neighbourhood and back into town
Grabbing the crown, never let them crap on you now
Go to cloud nine, you can't get attacked in the cloud
All my bars and lyrics lately bringing cracks to the ground
All my bars are earthquakes I been rapping them loud (Hot Fire)