[Verse 1: Q]

Soar to the sky, take flight, without a plane

I'm the bomb, Napalm, and I set fire to the rain

Storm the rap game, boy I'm the bomber

I think therefore I am, so I know I'm the monster

Take to the town and flood to the streets

Im commiting verbal homicide and going beast on the beat

See my sharp fangs and my malice when I'm grinning

My boy slaughtered the apps, and now he's rocking crimson

I'm like the nightmare that haunts every sector

Feast on GOOD Music entire clique like Hannibal Lector

I have ice in my system, bass in my trunk

And just an aphorism, I'm the Roy Hibbert to your dunk

Strike fear into your heart, destroy your whole posture

I'the modern Prometheus like Frankenstein my father

I always bare my fangs and signal your doom

Yo, I'm a werewolf even without my moon

And I'm not talkin' glittering Vampires in the middle of twilight

Real monsters with honor going harder than your whole life

I'm King Midas on the beat, every word I spit is golden

Yo I know you hear the rhythm but I'm spittin a poem

I go in, I'm Poein', and when you face me, theres no win

Not a single cuss word but my flow leaves you so dim

I tell my opponents dont fret, just accept your fate

I was born with metaphors as if my whole swagger was innate

I paint a picture with my words, I'm a monster and an artist

When I dropped a couple bars, West asked "How could you be so heartless"

Two Asian kids just rippin a beat apart

Cause we redefine the game, get dollars for every part

Bounty on my head, countries try to slay the monster

Can't stop my rampage, I came I saw I conquered

[Verse 2: All Clear]

Say hello to the beast, yeah I got these plebes goin' crazy

By the way I rip my fangs in these heartbeats, but what can I say, they tasty

It's the wolf gang homie, like they heads we rollin

When opportunity comes, I act fast and never pass like Kobe

So dont reach youngblood, Uncle Drac's back in the game

Send any baddie rappers at me I got the strength to break 2Chainz

And I dont show my age, lived a couple decades

Five? How kind, but hey, it's more like fifteen

Yo, I'm a sick fiend, moving and doing big things

You can't get rid of me like the flavor on a stick of Wrigley's

Ripped a couple hearts apart, now I'm the cause of every panic

And when they call your girl's name, they get no answer like they did with Ferris

Yo, I feel if the cape fits, wear it; if my teeth grin, bear it

I'm bringing the thunder, like Durant is

So there's a storm forecast, better put back your pool toys

Hanging with Q in my crew, and I ain't talking bout the Schoolboy

I've got Ford-esque focus so all your attacks are hopeless

Ruined the world and stole your girl, but hey, that's just show biz

And just to let y'all know how serious my genius is

I wrote half this rap yesterday and penned the rest in class last period

So step up, y'all can't beat me

I see every angle like CP3 in Calc BC

Crackin necks and cashing checks they askin what may happen next

The fact is that I'm rabid yes and attackin so bring your defense

Count Dracula; I'm CD; to me, y'all VHS

So ahead I see checkmate, and we ain't even started chess yet

So you can't touch me, and y'all untouchable too in terms of castes

I've got no love for you, just game, set, and match

So here we go, I'mma serve ya, I'm liable to murk ya

Dawg, I'm Biggie on the flow; I bring the pain proper; they'll be askin who shot ya