[Verse 1: Capital MC]

Chopper chopper will constrict'em like a boa

Saliva rap, earl of rap

Sweatin' in Samoa

Paradise, Paradise, both legs extended

Toss the four cubes, on cue

Man forget it

Arabian nights, they pay me to fight

I'm on a roll

I'm saving the light, they say that I'm bright

Honor roll

Light sabers and jetpacks, so fall back

Spittin' straight doom and I ain't talkin'

'Bout the all caps

They call me mister, fifth category twister

To riflemen I'm Zulu, Macintosh to Vista

Stripped down Isuzus, third eye's the mishka

Beanie couldn't see me liftin' shadows over hipsters

Sisters, Shawty got the color of a zebra

Told her the flow was cancerous

She told me she a libra

Yellow fever, follicles used to die down

All I'm sayin is I'm super saiyan

On the iCloud

[Verse 2: Malik D]

Ignite the Olympic torch on my torso

The fire's burning within

Boil my cold-blooded nature

While desire's yearning again

To match the explosive exposure

Due to a music gas leak

You're gassed up, in the croc pot from last week

My warm up for the hotspot

With the coldest Nas flow

Eskimo escobar Queens froze over and died slow

Lyrical Ice Age, well hip hop's endangered

Last of a dying breed, stars aligned for the changer

My enemies hibernate on my talent

And bare the pain by being isolated and challenged

By tryna reach my skill level and wondering if they'll ever rest

Still my rise to the top is like climbing Mount Everest

Hard, yet possible; Observe the obstacles

The pockets of a prophet grew, I saw a prophet too

In my prophecy

The rap prodigy turned prodigal son

We'll be seeing soon if he meets his doom