If you want something fresh then I've got that product

Rap game's finest, it's time for me to own up

These people ain't halfway even testing me

Gimmie one chance, I'll mark them with my weaponry

Yeah

Now I ain't here to make friends. Uh uh

I'm here to disappear all of my so called peers

Cos I don't like em one bit, nah I don't like em at all

So every time that I spit, I'm feelin' to kill em all

Bun em down. Bun em down

I'm running sounds through the underground till I reach my mother's town

Shout out to Assab. Massawa

Every time you amp me up I get louder

And every time I write a rhyme it's impeccable

Meticulous selection of words for me to send to you

I hope you hear em

Got em bagged up on blocks, come cop that hope we're dealing

Yeah

Now I ain't here to make friends. Not with this lot

Not focusing on honing in your skills was never hip hop

Went to Deal Real at fifteen and it got ripped up

Twice. I'm nice on the mic. Ask Kanye, this kid's hot

And ask Jay-Z while you're at it

He'll tell you with a pen I conjure Asiatic Blackness

I think maybe I was crafted, as a crazy form of practice

When you give Shady Aftermath to a black kid

Who was raised on an estate, blazed in Camden

Give him an eager brain and have him take place in ----

Placate his taste for plays and classics

By spending days in basements making magic

I'm too raw

Yeah yeah. I'm too raw

Scribble a rapper away if they mention me

This is the hottest thing made since My Melody