[Intro]

Where's my theme music?

[Verse 1]

Yeah, somehow I exist, somehow I persist

Thanos cursed with knowledge but still somehow it's a gift

I ain't strung out on the shit, she just strung out on a dick

Give me lips, give me hips, give me hypothalamus

I got snow birds, I got snowflakes need a snow plow in this bitch

Every time I speak my mind somehow someone take offence

It ain't never been a rapper kick this shit the way I did

And somehow, somehow, somehow not succumb to politics

You ain't never been nowhere but shit, somеhow you a trip

Niggas die for their presidеnts, coroner got calluses

You ain't somebody we miss, you ain't somebody miss

I ain't never missed a shot but still, somehow this a brick

Yeah somehow this a brick, I go concrete go cement

If the body is a temple, I assemble scaffolding

Drink gin 'till it's lights out, call it halogen

They should've sent Mike 'stead of Neil, ain't know which Tyson to send

If you send a shooter why would you send somebody who miss?

Be more memorable, you are not somebody we miss

I ain't never missed a shot but still, shit, somehow this a brick, brick, brick

[Interlude]

Bitch, come on you bitch. You scared coward. You're not man enough to fuck with me. Can't last two minutes in my world, bitch. Look at you, scared now, you hoe. Scared of the real man

[Verse 2]

It's the rap God, come now, come now, come now and repent

Don't be blasphemous, come now taste this holy sacrament

Parents forced the bible on you, tell me how it's different

You enforcing diets, kids eating colored flower ribs

Vegetables don't make you conscious, that's not true enlightenment

You program your body if you don't eat salad you get sick

They been growing food in labs since some time in '86

First they running out of wings, now they selling thighs and shit

East-eastern medicine versus western practices

The real secret societies are niggas ignorance, yeah

Channeling, television programing

Hollywood keep painting niggas with the same old manuscript

Black trauma, slave tunes, this shit just like Willie Lynch

They don't show when you was kings, just when you got your ass whipped

Now they pandering to blacks and gays in every single script

Yeah we worth a civilization but somehow we savages

Like blunt, I'm laced, that's acid, I'm based

I'm based, I'm baked, off gas, no brakes

All oz, no shake, like blunt, I'm laced

That's acid, I'm based, I'm based, I'm baked, Bobby Ray

Ray Bandz, rap God, eight man

[Outro]

Interviewer: Well, for example, rage against Evander Holyfield worked against you

Mike Tyson: Well fuck it. It's a fight, so whatever happens, happens

Interviewer: Mike why do you have to talk like that

Mike Tyson: Well I'm talking to you the way I wanna talk to you. You have a problem, turn off your station