[Verse 1]
Check, yeah
It's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it, preposterous, I been sick you the total opposite, who vindictive, my skin thick as a hippopotamus
Smiled in situations I should've cried in, met n***as that was terrible in college that be good at violence
Took knives to the spine before I took a vibe, [???] you know where I put the diamond
Infiltrate through steel gates of the ill race, don't ask me how I feel about rap man I feel great
When MCs walk up and shake my hand it's a skill trait, you been a poor sport since basketball with a milk crate
Me and Statik making, ah man hold up, ay yo Statik! (laughs)
Yo, me and Statik making these n***as say yuck man I never could y'all notice I don't give a fuck really
Know I'm a ass man but you know that I love titties and I never gave a (yuck) you never could fuck with me

[Verse 2]
Rap is a powerful tool and I'm blessed to be a part of that toolbox, I'm packing 40 below boots and I ain't falling off rooftops
I bring that feeling holding a boombox on ya shoulder with the calf high tube socks
Look, everytime this n***a spit it's a yuck, peep how I'm giving it up, dirt road we kicking til dust
It's a little photosynthesis son yeah, I wrote this verse while putting one hand on my nuts
Yeah I'm murderous with words, nowadays rappers is playing shaky it's funny now turbulence occurred
I'm certainly superb, and I'll be damned these n***as outline me after the search like you circling a word
I get to wrecking, in this world, get the weapon, im way ahead in, effing, herbal essence, I get a blessing yeah, I treat 'em like Martin, get to stepping
Get out my face like (yuck)