[Verse]

This is nothing like

What you ever heard or ever seen

Spitting on a beat in quarantine

Talking off my head

And if I mess up then I rewind

And come back like a zombie from the dead

See cuz I knew Jacks that pitied me

Like a cherry seed

Until the day I surpassed them

Now they’re stalking me

Watching me count my beans

And live my fantasies

Recounting tales like something out of the nursery

Ain’t got no bursary

But watch these verses be

Chock-full of anecdotes

You manic dopes might not have seen

Brooklynite battling behemoths

Boy you can’t compete

I’ve already reached my zenith — I mean it

Many came before you

Whom have not succeeded

Cause they stepped to A.I.

And thought they was Elitists

I broke them down to pieces

Had them pleading with Jesus — tweaking

Searching for new ways to give their life meaning

Back on the premises

To let my words into the crevices

Of all who revel in my messages

Mr. Intelligence

Just had to let you know that there’s no need to second guess

Cause you’re messing with the best

Yeah I'm a moor

Walked up in your corridors

And slaughtered yall

Changing all the rules

It's absurd cause I'm a foreigner

Death to Venetian ways

Call me the coroner

Call me the coroner, yeah, call me the coroner

Quaran-freestyle

Coming off the dome

And I’m in my zone

All while, forced to stay home

But until they open up outside

Imma write my raps

And Imma jot some poems

Like — I’m writing psalms on the daily

So much so that I barely get enough sleep

Cause these ideas keep piercing on my mental

And all I have’s this piece of scrap paper

And a broken pencil

To get jiggy on this instrumental

OGs getting busy being detrimental

And I’m given work like the next essential

Worker in the field

If you ain’t ready better yield

[Outro]

Interlude — a simple groove

For people who

Just wanna move

This for the many masses, and the chosen few

Who always do what they gotta do

This here’s an interlude

A simple groove

For people who

Just wanna move

This for the many masses, and the chosen few

Who always do what they gotta do

Quarantine

Uh huh — this for quarantine

This for quarantine