[Cata]

I only think in the absolutes

I can't see the theoreticals

I only think in definites

And I'm definitely in your reticles

I cause carnage everywhere I go

Stomping ground means the world to me

I'm feeling like the god of music

But Apollo's really just a part of me

Remember me on your praxis

It's my teaching you practice

No egotism, just damn driven

Using power that is heaven given

To impress my kith and kin

Make it known I can't be stopped again

Abuse my lack of experience in worldly matters

Just to keep me from getting over it

I'm a drop in the bucket when it comes to rap

But these other up and comers won't answer with that

Think they're godlike til they go and get smacked

Like a king on his throne of lies, talking back

Til he blocks a hater on Twitter, fuck that

This the old age now, fuck your new age strap

Writing fables with my own name

And nobody knows that I'm full of crap

I got loyalty in my DNA

Betrayal in my RNA

Scientifically proven to be a snitch

But nobody needs to know about that

'Cause I'm climbing the ladder metaphorically

You got stopped on the low tryna leap to me

I got a spot for someone who isn't a bitch

And who's in it for the long genuinely

[Triple 3]

I’ve been feeling pretty godly, even if you think I’m not so

Plus these niggas feeling hostile, and they tryna follow me: apostle

And they’re hanging off every word that I say, and they’re singing me praise like it’s gospel

Then I tell you I shoot for the moon and then I’m blowing up. I’m calling that Apollo

Here I go

Making waves when I’m changing up my flow

Making big heat with the waves like a micro

Ain’t no Katy Perry when I roar like a dino (And make her hit a high note!)

Yeah I know, I’mma beat it up like a drum, that’s a taiko

I ain’t making no mistakes, ain’t no typo

So I’m gonna grip the mic and get the crowd hype, that’s delightful

Yeah I’m so amazing. I got all these Jokers tryna call me crazy

And I got a sweet tooth and I’m finna let loose and I’ll shoot

Player 2 gon' be pushin up daisies

Your whole team is looking like babies

My goons hittin' heavy, ain't playing no stations

We came for the payment, your grave is the pavement

T-r-i-p-l-e-3 be spitting dangerous!

“OK slow it down. How you gon' control your sound?”

I gotta pick it up, homeboi, sho’ nuff

Gotta show y’all boys who hold the crown

Now I’m the model of a modern major rapper

Switchblade flow call it Cloak and Dagger

Quick page though, gon’ be a new chapter

Ain’t no being friendly you a ghost, Casper