The second I drop wisdom, I'd reckon the plot thickens

Return from distraught visions with a head of lost systems

I canoed across the ocean to the section of insanity

Then realized I'm the problem, so now my disorders handle me

Need a verse on your track? You can talk to me

While copycat cats copy cats pathologically

I rap like my ass's got a knack for psychology

Probably got a monopoly on dropping bars awkwardly

So fuck it, homie, if you need beat killed

Hit me for dope shit and I'll slide you a refill

Ya feel me? It seems like rap's gone stupid

But my team flawless, you can call me Don Shula

Beyond super, say that man's too tough

I ball in indiana, something like I'm Andrew Luck

Dude, shush, there's nothing you can say that'll change it

Cause my bars made the case, I'm just waiting for a plaintiff

Spinning the game with them cyclone rhymes

While rappers bite me on and off, call that i/odine

But I don't mind, balancing flow with tightrope lines

And all these white girls want me like iPhone 5's

It's the meticulous artist who spits ridiculous bars

On your playlist higher than a ship from the martians

Spitting out garbage, the worst-mixed spitter

But he snapped on draft day like a first-pick center

Best-dressed hoosier evil as Lex Luthor

Travel back in time and try to reinvent the future

Only popping chrome when I wheelie on my scooter

Got your girlfriend in my home, and O'm feeling on her hooters

Bring punch lines and dope shit like I showed up to prom high

Almost got assassinated, 'cept they shot the wrong guy

Now I'm on them trees, near the sky, yelling, "Bonzai!"

And far as artists go, you know I came from a long line