[Intro]
Ch-check, uh-huh!
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, n***a!
Uh, check it

[Verse]
Lift the remote and change the channel
Pick a Newport or a Camel
Press a button on the panel when I'm runnin' outta ammo
Gun on the mantle, grand piano get to sample
These east side n***as'll never trample
Snapback with the green under the brim
Beef/brocs Timbs, but most likely ACGs on my feet
Bring your cipher to end
You can't rhyme, I'm not hypin' your friend
Every time you speak in the mic, it's considered a sin
I'm all-in, switchin' styles again and again
A swordsman with pens
One-dub, this buckshot eject you outta your Benz
Make amends, this rap style as evil as djinn
Your family'll never see you again
You can't outrap me, so you might as well clap me
As long as my beats bump like acne, my point exactly
The forty-cal in the brown khakis
Army fatigue bag, just for paper-stacking
Finesse-ting, impressing
Know I'm hip-hop by the way that I be dress-ting
Your whole style made up like wrestling
Got your main bitch on the WhatsApp, sexting
I'm legendary, infinite
Penmanship infamous, a n***a sign it on the syllabus
I'm worldly known, the most imminent rap physicist
A marksman, intelligent, supreme in any measurement
My element - break emcees down to raw sediment, irrelevant
What's a mouse to a elephant? Benevolent
Asiatic king with the devil mix, ask me what I do to these rappers
I say I'll level it
What the fuck is up? No rap competition
Come at the God, you gonna wanna reenact those decisions
Fly pigeons until my n***as in max [?] prisons
That's why I gotta see out the whole vision
See, you n***as got the code missin'
If I ain't the greatest, you must got some toes missin'
The four-four'll make a whole fist in
Cast iron and leave a motherfuckin' soul twitchin