So I'm a concrete griot with a demigod complex

Rejected by these heavens

The abortion of a goddess

I'm stomping on these fingers all the way up to the top

And I ain't gonna fucking stop until I'm a god to these potheads

Accomplished like a father taking pride in his creation

A nations population dominated by paper faces

Patience child, grace comes to those who wait

Instead you got popped by dead cops hopping hells gates (Wait!)

I won't apologize for hating on your ways

I'm throwing rocks all day because my house is made of cellophane

Wakin' and I'm bakin'

Entertaining Satan

Stomping on the faces of the kids who said I'd never make it

Face it! I basically get paid to get baked

Hanging in my basement making music for the haters

The next time you think about calling me a fake

I hope you trip over my paycheck as you walk up in that bank (bitch!)

Because I'm back on my grind

Not talking about the core

Got a degree in the intensity and I don't need it anymore

Mustering all my energy to bust a foot through the door

With a list of wishes screaming "down on the fucking floor!"

I got a little tispy swimming through this sea of whiskey

I'm switching skin and stitches with a switchblade

If you piss me off the band wagon

Got sick of these fans braggin'

Like their every action matters, but who the fuck was askin'?

You're dragging with the passion

Fashion's fucking absent

Rapping like you've actually got cash in hand

For the ugly fans who come out and be actin'

Like your shit's grade A

But it's barely passing

Nah! I'll make a grown fucking man cry

Cause I don't gotta be polite when I know that I'm right

Do I?

So I suggest you put down that mic

And let me show these good people what real hip hop sounds like

By now I've got them racing their way through this man-made rat race

Of unpaved misery, malaise, and mind games

My name will leave you curb-stomping in the driveway

And higher than Miley Cyrus on her mother fucking birthday

Word play

Like it's my way or the highway

Caught these snakes trying to slide by with a fake and I said "Nay!"

Because it takes real skills to levitate up to that level I have settled

Check my name and face disheveled

AlexSlander the great

Hailed the best is what I aim for

When I step to that stage floor they get what they paid for

I'm spitting dirt words like a claymore for earthworms

Replacing the basics with an undisputed first term

So first learn that your words will get you burnt

So be more concerned when it's your turn to spit the verse

Cause Slander's got answers to feed those hungry rap amateur

Who stripping every bone I pick like ravenous raptors

Can't we just act like some grown fucking men

Instead of pushing the envelope until it rips and it bends

Releasing a stream of pretentious dickheads

With relentless offenses

Getting defensive at the end of every sentence

Like "can you please not use the word "faggot'"

Hey man, I wasn't trying to be rude, but was I asking you?

No! I don't give a fuck about your thoughts

And if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here drowning out your talk

Because I'm finally thinking I'm kind of addicted

To condescending your kind of thinking

I'm sinking and spinning and secretly wishing

That I could escape from this tunnel of vision

I'm climbing up over the heads of the peasants

To get a better view of the heaven I'm promised

If I could just escape from hell into the present

So whenever I return home to my throne

Gather around the round table to sit and hear me spit my fables

And if the pressure's overwhelming

You can just leave, bitch

Because Imma show you what it means to be undefeated