My intellect has intersected with my passion

My creed’s to get you higher and to be the games assassin

Now who’s laughing? I’m working like a madman

To be the don draped in satin, I see men starting to

Respect me, all I need is an “ay, ay, captain”

Frack the rock, gassed up from what I’ve tapped in

Two of you would make me slacking, your style has

My eyes wet and hands knee slapping, Google mapping

The headquarters of thee rapping, got your girl D catching

I’m the reason you are both detaching, and your momma

Turned you into a latchkey, I ever need my dogs, they as

Loyal as Lassie and the L alliteration for you losers who are lacking

I’m relaxing like an unretired lacrosse player who's ragging

In every verse your nagging, needs a little punch dummy

My flow mean yo, it probably stole your lunch money

Give it up, on a mission to live it up like Gods

Bring it back if you don’t try hard, counter clockwise on your iPod

Rewind, quit now or at least be wise and revise

These local rappers kinda shy like a Lake Street drive

No dimes, but they ate four fives, no surprise, and

I’m sure that they’re pain gets heavy ‘cause I came with

The illest sound ever like a swoosh through a chain net

Mind’s insane I don’t know where my brain went

But getting it from honeys been the closest thing I can get

Trying to get my game set, scrabble up your cranium

My rhymes are more bomb than Einstein holding uranium

I’m trying to pack a stadium off online sales, so I can

Measure money on my scales, that’s bars of gold

I drop the scent of rappers on my trail, it’s to the

Lands with the palms I sail, tell your classmates

Tardy teachers in the game make the class wait

Meanwhile I rock the mic like Pippin on a fast break

Mass hate, but I still profess my finenessness

‘Bout to make that sundress drop like the S is

I don’t know what stress is right now because less is more

I’m underground hitting a broom to the floor, left the

Nest and I soared, majestic presence galore, the

Obsolescent unpleasant scent of these peasants is poor

My tribe’s quest will endure, we’re on a tour for awards

I’m the earth personified, fire derives from my core

Your verse seems more of a chore than something

Meaningfully bore That’s probably why they’re always

Leaving me bored, it doesn’t seem right

When all these fake personas always come off fiend like

I think dark, I dream bright, my eyeballs just beam light

Raoul in the drop top I came up on the scene right

Why would I stop when all I’ve ever seen is green lights?