[Intro]
Ooh, this my type of—
Teheh, man, I be up in... this my type of song, man, I'm for real
I'll be ready to fuck a mic up, you know what I'm sayin'? Like
That's just what I do. Fuck a mic up, bruh
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Don't attack if you lack, I'll react and move back
Pull counter; give you a nap for a full hour
Faces get sour when they play my records
They know I'm nasty wit' it, raps brilliantly classic wit' it
You stand no chance when I advance
Another episode of Dump Saga
Relinquish you of your resources when I besiege
As I hold you in the air with a neck squeeze and drain you for your prestige
It's the Dark Lord of Rap
[?] in all black, got you havin' nightmares as you walk the cul-de-sac
This world creatеd a monster
I treat a beat likе a plate of the pasta
This is more than rap, this is telepathic communication
I speak to the next generation, transfer greatness
Chain with the talisman colder than Frozone
The chrome'll knock a n***a dome into the ozone, get flown
Catch you at the terminal velocity then drop a metric ton of pressure down
You come crashin' down, and if there's anything left, hit you with a extra round
All you hear is "boom" like clotheslines knockin' wrestlers down
The coupe got the finest women turnin' they necks around
Vaginas overflow at the mere glance of my greatness
Can't get the numbers out my head like The Matrix
Leap in a spaceship, leave in a Transformer
My aura is that of high law and order
I wanna say: peace to my supporters, uh—
You won't escape when my fire escapes
Black mist rises as I stalk my prey
Analyzed his techniques, discovered they were flawed
I got the data installed, I know your every next move
Lex Luth' when I let loose, I'm the best proof
Snap his neck loose, now onto the next booth
Did I mention? You'll get flipped to another dimension
Rapper lynchings contributed to my ascension
The flow is vintage; escaped brushes from the face of demise
And stayed alive