[Verse 1]

Zing Zing

It's time to take the masses on

I'm a creator like a goblin

When the mask is on

Chain me down, a mastodon

Elements, I mastered all

Spit dirt breathe fire

...HAH

They claiming my artistry's fictitious

False claims, but it's hard to be dismissive

It's insane to me, I aim to be the greatest

Although I know the fame gon' be a pain

The day I make it

The women come and go

The money never stays

The only thing I got

Is tryna fade away

Staying faithful to these

Treble, snares and 808s

And when they leave me

I'm prepared to fight the hate away

Life's short

So you better take some photos

Failing tests

I'm the type they calling proto

Quick with the bars

I'm a proto-ge

Don't give a damn what your Polo say

No new whip, quick cars

Find me with a guitar

Hipster steeze on a Soho day

My bars are droppin' from the sky

They're atomic

Leave you broken and busted

When I be speaking ebonics

All this hoping for nothing

Your flow is animatronic

The Chopper is plated chromium

I bathe myself in sodium

Heat it up

This is radioactivity

Rocking the stage

So fill the seats if you feeling me

Slithering to the iller beats

Spilling 3 like a trilogy

You can try

But you're never gonna kill the beast