Pay homage to the god of the rhyme Treat you motherfuckin' rappers Like it's clobbering time If you fuckers think I'm cappin' Check my product design Cody Kimb got that shit tapping And the author is I I'm leaving yall intertwined And you caught in a bind They think i'm outta my mind Way that i'm on a grind Till my cheers fade away And it's time to retire People said they wanted dope Know that I'm the supplier You punks are make believe And when i'm bussing son I play for keeps You bums are nothing But a bunch of mother fucking Waste of beats I'm a beast On stage or a vacant street Jump into the cypher And they bolt with that Jamaican speed A contradiction, I want reparations over slavery But let my dominatrix treat me like i got no agency Make you peace Make you meet your maker After making beats Play with ease, like i been making 3's Before my baby teeth Everybody hating Ain't no more debating I be banging Like I got a hundred overall rating Ain't nobody waiting I told yall to be patient Cause I'm banging Like I got a hundred overall rating Yo don't even trip Weed between my lips What i need to live Please forget Watch me beat the piss And then we plead the fifth Keep it zipped I don't speak to kids Fuck you think this is Believe in this I will eat a beat Till i need a bib I'm the best This is how i flex You ain't gotta check Awesome rep Watch me walk the steps Like i'm arthur fleck I tugging on fuckas cape Then going after Martha next Mirror mirror tell me who's the illest It is not a guess So make your records I ain't hearing your voice Somebody really outta told you Bout liberian boys We in the cut Keeping very good poise It get you very destroyed A force of nature you can barely avoid