You need to keep tabs on me like an Infonographer
Spit harder than the water in Ghana pre-water softener
I spit shit quick, I stress my glottis and my jugular
Fuck you nephews getting hell a avuncular
My basic frees will make you freeze basically
Your team played with me, left with wet handkerchiefs
I made you leave, ya team having a yard sale
Stay the king, re-name me Avon Barksdale
Forlornly tell my story, its gory, but there's redemption
Your whole team corgis, actin big, yet your pretending
When they see me, PhDs revert to freshman
I don't drink 40s but I might use them as weapons
My ego inflated like Macy's Day Parade Balloons
Come get yourself sedated with my little underpaid platoon
Your classmates voted you, biggest snitch on campus
I'm, a great sequoia, you're, a gift shop cactus
Getting pissed like Dennis up in his range rover
Seeing red its like my eyes were paint rolled
Need to resist at least until this rage over
Cuz my head feels like a damn flame thrower
Living in the land of sand, tans and grape growers
I'm not fitting in like I got a strange odor
People give me looks as if I'm some cocaine grower
Got to takeover before its game over
Man they always try and spark debate
Always overcomplicate and always overcompensate
Fuckin bulls on parade, call me de la Rocha
Bumping De La over in Japan Fukuoka
Lil TikTokers pickpocketing wristwatches
That they cant even read cuz the analogs nonsense
I was conceived on the eve Bush beat Dukakis
People wanna cap me like I traffic in Caracas
Corner pocket waste the GAME, Heisenberg say my name
I change the GAME, blowing' on cartridge like the GAME won't play
DLC, ya pay to play, 2k hit a fadeaway, grapey eighth, wrath like Cassy
On that fateful day
Close to Monterey, witty - Colin Mochadi
Jealous men make mockeries
Their dreams won't happen probably, honestly
Cosmic make, it happen Thomas wont get stagnant
Head shot, win the game boy, if you make advances
Getting pissed like Dennis up in his range rover
Seeing red its like my eyes were paint roller
Need to resist at least until this rage over
Cuz my head feels like a damn flame thrower
Living in the land of sand, tans and grape growers
I'm not fitting in like I got a strange odor
People give me looks as if I'm some cocaine grower
Got to takeover before its game over