[Intro]
Shoutouts: Cam Bluff
SixFour Music
Hilltop
Check, ayy

[Verse]
Live from the home of the serial killer
I've been writing at home nuh—nearly all winter
But now the sun's up, I'm Sun Tzu, jump through your sunroof
Belly full of fire and a mouth full of fuck you!
I grab my nuts like I'm 2Pac
With his finger up for the cops that were looking for him
You grab your nuts like you're 2Pac
After he got shot in the crotch (Nah, mean?) like you're looking for 'em
A pair in my pants like some cannonballs
Rest 'em every night like some apples in a salad bowl
Have 'em all bouncin' off the walls like playing racquetball
Riding on the back of an elephant like I'm Hannibal
Fuck with me, watch them look up to me
Physically I'm six-two, lyrically I'm 10 foot
Half-court inking man: Phil Jackson
Hardcore hip-hop fan: Bill Paxton
Return of the lyricist: D.O.C
I'm a whirlwind pyramid, P.O.D:
Prince of Darkness, a heartless G.O.D
I spit the hardest, so fuck you, like Cee Lo Green
They can't see this Hood
We been around too long to not be this good
You got 16s and a pristine hook?
I got one-sixtys, I'm feeling like I'm 15 foot
A punk think he got bars that can leave me shook?
I'ma jump in front his car and I'ma beat his hood, pause!
Why the seedy looks?
They wanna throw me on the fire, cover me with soot, 'cause
I'm a heretic, come play
And I never did ever get why apparently some say
'Only God can judge me', are none of them aware
Of the fact God is dead? (There's nothing to be scared of)
And I don't mean to offend
It's an opinion, you and me, man, we don't need to be friends
We don't need to pretend, you really need to be zen
When we're both in a world we know life can easily end
And I'ma burn already, so don't pray for me
If you were already, hey sorry
'Cause if there really is a Hell then you'll see me sitting in my citadel
With my fellow infidels spitting tales until the world
Burns and upper class amass troops
And we have to make our merch out of hazmat suits, I'ma smash mad loops
In a pair of fresh Filas looking like a meth dealer
In a phat tracksuit, this is Mad Max 2
This is Afghan poppy, we give you a
Piece of our minds like a lobotomy
A ragtag group, not making hashtag rap, man we crash that coup
Strong as Afghan hash, and that's fact
Suffa's coming back and bringing what they say the fact is
'Cause they got us fucking captured in some chains, B.A Baracus
I pity the fool
That doesn't know the burb's a classroom, the city a school
This is Forest Whitaker, as Idi Amin
The role of my life, Bruce Lee kicking Kareem
My roll of the dice, Game of Death nothing to prove
It's Kareem in some Lakers sweats dunking on Bruce, uh
Watch on, how the crowd is moving
The cloth I'm, cut from, is the Shroud of Turin
I walk the clouds, I'm touring, I'm the breeze atop whirlpools
Stumble through a field drunk, leave a crop circle
So trust me, when I say it's absurd
'Cause I'm an emcee, I literally give you my word
And my word's true, can't be displaced, man, it's burn proof
Not a leap of faith like suicide from a church roof
Work through my anger like Dick Cheney on a hunt
Then reverse the first letters like Hick Dheney is a…
Never mind, you'll never take this kid like, ever, man
Like, you'd never let your kids ever stay at Neverland
I'm not Mr Everyman, I'm every man but him
And I'm only getting younger like I'm Benjamin Button
Now isn't that something? The loveable type of fool
Like Don Draper banging all the girls in the typing pool
Or maybe I'm dis-likable, singing old folk ballads
Or maybe I'll disgust the world like child star coke habits
World Star dope addicts, corrupt cops with maglites
Rob Ford sucking on a crack pipe like bagpipes
What a beautiful day
To put the bottle to my mouth and wash the music away
'Cause I'm obsessed with the one like I'm stalking an ex-girl
And express what's on my mind, never walking on eggshells
Mi casa is the plaza, gimme a call
I got a job for you, feeling like I'm 50 feet tall
Balls to the wind, fuck the madness and politics
With what I bring I got more gall than Asterix and Obelix
I'm not a rap hobbyist, committed as a communist
Storming the winter palace, sprinting through the corridors
Kicking round the Bourgeois for spitting on the commoners
Or turn entire continents to empires, like Romulus
Stage is centre Florida, God's waiting room
I'm stage diving from the monitors, 'cause gosh, God's waiting too
Don't know what to say to you, don't even know what day it is
I'll bring the world to the brink like a fucking Bay of Pigs
It is what I say it is, no chorus, so you oughta know
Scored so many plaques, they oughta put me on that Hoarder show
Lay off player, and watch the lay-up, bro, you sorta slow
It's the play-offs, you are oh and four and I am four and oh
Is that understood?
You guys are gassed up, you're under Hoods
I'll make your girl superstitious, she'll feel like touching wood
See if she can grip it, cause I feel like I'm a hundred foot
Come to put my middle finger to the world like Sputnik
Aware of the Hood, then you're wearing my footprint
You'll never see the Hood blink
If my eye closed it only means that you been hoodwinked
I need to catch my breath before
I'm the first rapper to rap to death
Bad Boy Bubby, I'll rap these cats to death
Then collapse the set, like factories in Bangladesh
Bang the pads, like Bangladesh, your girl's fresh
Girl's banging, take her home to bang the flesh
I'm Bruce Banner, bang my chest, you wouldn't like me
When I'm angry and you ain't see my anger yet, cheah
Since I been signed, I've been on my grind, picking my mind apart and
Living inside my heart, man, I need breath
Configuring lines and sipping on Wicked [?]
Considering my position it's like, it's like I been blessed or cursed, I
Sit at a shrine considering life like, 'give me a sign'
Like when will it shine? I'm sick of the fight, I'm sick in the mind, that's to death
I'm living inside, my fit and I'm livid and sipping on wine
Bigger than life, to this and why I'm [?] that'll be left
Once I'm dead and gone and never to re-spawn then
Bury me with Heavy D blaring through the pouring
Rain while the wind is roaring through the awnings
But until the mourning, every morning
I'll be sipping on my juice at the crack of the dawn then
I'm gonna pace around the church
Looking for that Lucifer, son of the morning
Then I'm gonna chase him outta Earth (I'm not done, Hau)
'Cause I'm here to put my foot down
Feeling like we about a hundred-fifty foot now
We good now, your whole damn crew's blowing me, so go at me
Man, you'll be on the lamb like Rosemary
The more the merrier, I got an extraordinary team
While your team's just extra ordinary, lordy me
Your crew's like the who's who of 'who's that?'
While my crew's like the Juice Crew of new rap
I'm a boom-bap revivalist, few that could rival us
I'm 2Pac in a do-rag, a true rap survivalist
Bottled water, canned food, crawling through the bamboo
On the corner, stand true, want the slaughter? Can do
I feel like the Leshan statue of Buddha
'Cause I'm Godlike, at peace and like a 200 foot or so
If you want to put a hand at me I'll happily
Put a foot up in ya, have you looking like a manatee
I make all these tracks 'cause I'm a family man
See these two cats behind me? They're like family, man
And if you find a crew that's done so well by their peers
Then I'm fucking Dumbo, bro, I'm all ears
Starting to get tired
But I'm like Stringer Bell third season, man, starting to get wired
I'm the golden calf, fuck every spitter on earth
I'll fold the continent in half and make Sydney kiss Perth
Make the earth touch the sun, and turn the sun into cinders
I'll crush the Milky Way between my thumb and my finger
I'm the sum of my choices, a tongue for the voiceless
A solar flare sent from the sun to destroy us
I'm everything and nothing, the Alpha and Omega
With the hubris of Judas, dude I'm heartless as Vader
I'm pesticide in Mountain Dew, Pennywise clowning you
I'm 500 feet fucking tall looking down on you, what?