[Verse]
Ayo, sun child, soul rebelmatic, oceanic
Yemoja, Oshun, Osun
Chango, hit it como bongo
Shout out to the Congo, I practice Santeria
Got a crystal ball, circumvent globes
Como Cristobal Colon, bro
Pero fuck cologne, though
Antigua, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take you
Yoruba Lucumi
Shoo, shoo-be-do-be
Do, Babaloo
It's not English, aye, pura vida mae
Vaya, vaya, black Power Ranger
Stranger, dead it, young stranger
That sprang from a dame in a manger framed by the angels
But like I said, mane, the frame ain't the same, mane
It change with the game and the fame and the angles
Young say it again, Sam, I slay it, my friend
And I stay in the lane that I made cause I made it
Man, I know you hate it, toma siete potencias
Africanas, ya mas vaso de agua
You no quiere nada, cama de tranquilo
Young Don Quixote
Besa mis conejitos, yee-ha
G, I am a sweet senorito
Cincuenta y uno ingredientes, como Doritos
Yo como burritos, fuck The Cheeto
See me in la calle en el streeto, shout to people
Soy un loco fulanito
Una tico, young Rico Suave
Kool Africa, Dale, young government
Vic the reminiscent of a whale
Me na holla, swoop, woo, na, [?]
Me na see, walk, me na stop, take holiday
Sada, te Madonna, Lana Rey
Ultraviolence, son, ultraviolet
Oh no, my eyes get wide like seals, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
No, he say nada when they tell you you ought to squeal
Cop a deal, nah, tell them no dice
Copper chupa mi banana peel, style instructional
Kool A.D., instant pleasure button, so functional
Beat it, then I eat it like a Lunchable or vice versa
Switch it up like Tity Boi
Look, I'm in your city, boy, juicing, Lick a hot with the uva flavor
Super lover with the super haters
Scoop a Gatorade, catch a Raider game, go Raiders, mane
Fly. Fight. Crow. Go Bangarang
Free Keke, free Nacho, I mean, wait
Shout Nacho, soy borracho, off the vodka, though
Plus, yo, I think I want a taco now
Kid karate, judo, tomahawk a ho, wow
Waka, waka
[?] Menudo Pause, no Ricky, no Ricky
No go Vicky, I'm so sicky
So very sick with it like a young B-Legit, I'm too legit
With it, Mike Jordan on the Wizards
Hammering LVs, blowing oo-wops off the Bimmer
Taking selfies, lifestyle is tight, wealthy
Mighty healthy, nightly, stealthy, I might be
Or might as well be the hell of a guy
That I tell peeps I am, yo, I rose from a crack in the street
You wanna smell the grease on my hand?
Take a sniff or two, oh, what a number a spliff will do
If you're open
My presence is a gift or two
If you're Mr. Me-Too, then I'm Mr. You, or Mr. T
Ay, it's a mystery how I can spit so slippery
Pause, maybe cause my energy raw
My inner deluge combined with centrifugal force
That's synergy, dog, ah
Shout to [?], Eazy-E, trippy god
Dizzy, odd time with the rhyme with the I'm with the band
Type of mannerisms, y'all eat shit and it's cannibalism
Rap aneurysm, young Canibus
Animal with the mechanical mandibles
Third eye intangidgle, I mean intangible
Style hieroglyphic how I lift it to a new plateau
Through raps, though, my gift is like a prism
Geograph with no maps though, living astro
Look at how I gas though, pass Go, collect a couple bills
Sip the flat, hit the grass, watch the grass grow
Hit the ass low, my poetry's deep
I never sleep, stay awake in a dream state, a clean slate
I partake in the scream great, I mean the scheme great
I eat steak, more cake and cheese
Than the Cheesecake Factory
Bark at abysses that bark back at me
That bark back at me, I lamp in New Jerus with the Macabees
Free Max B, feel like French Montana
With the mac and cheese, hundred dollar bills
We stacking these casually, man, why you mad at me?
I been what I had to be
Kool A.D., best rapper in the world