[Verse]

Wake up and I organize my auras with chakras, bumping that Chaka Khan

All your flows fictional, same—equivocal comic con

Ride the audubon, I'm at highways pace

I've been lost in time and space, tryna find my place

I've been stuck inside a cluster, we come in clutters

When others utter out that slick shit, words covered in butter

Word to mother earth, put my mother first, wearing ruffle shirts

Pancakes; Mrs. Butterworth, no stepping up to Curt

That slope is slippery, they should know that in history

That my flow and delivery been explodin' auxiliaries

Putting rappers through misery like Stephen King

I'm sacrilegious to those that didn't believe in me

Evenly, I split 'em and divide 'em, I give 'em vicodin vitamins

I've been cold as that nitrogen while I'm sicker than viruses

You finding in a rainforest, keep my name soarin'

Keep my brain pourin' alphabet and fruit Eating plain oranges

This is out of the ordinary

My auras very well aligned with stars, we comin' so very far, so

Wait for the album because the outcome is Curtis

How come you do it so smooth? I'm the 25th letter

So I'ma make 'em lose, I'ma make 'em lose

I'ma make 'em lose, I'ma-I'ma make 'em lose

[Outro]

Aye, aye

Yeah, this shit is hot