[Verse 1]
They call me the monstrosity
High velocity, never hypocrisy
Always here to properly
No one is stopping me from getting my property
We keep on dropping it cause that's the way it's got to be
Keep the energy, destroy the enemy
I wanna send a crazy shout-out to the jubilee
And all my real niggas that's always comin' through for me
And my physical for always staying true to me
This is simplicity, we makin' history
Yo part of me is out of story, that's no mystery
You should get up on the internet and visit me
What do I call you when you lack this creativity?
[Hook]
You're a beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
[Verse 2]
I be in my own state and mentality
You leave me bored like the faculty, catch a casualty, actually
When it come to rhyme, I do it tactically and emphatically
Now cypher if you think you bad as me
(What's your name?) mathematics, that's my claim to fame
Ain't a joke or a game, let's keep it simple and plain
Don't talk the talk, son, if you can't walk the walk
See you style like a hawk and you disgust me like pork
Lyrical veteran, I rock (?)
Who you want to be since way back when
Everybody jackin' beats trynna rep hip-hop
I know you said that they wrong
But yo that shit has got to stop because
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now I'm the incredible, never legible
You're like some candy underwear, your style is edible
Your crew is (?), you're fuckin' with my schedule
And when I die, you'll put me higher on the pedestal
Time to change your style, to make you niggas smile
And when you hear this shit, you'll never want to change the dial
And if your God is mysterious like an X-file
Then you're not mature, your style is still so infantile
You need to watch and learn, cause now it's our turn
To take the stand and overstand and watch these devils burn
Self-knowledge is more important as far as I'm concerned
Then the props you earn return before we all adjourn
But before we go, I got to let you know
We be Da Matrix, and make (?) we rip the shows
We can talk about your guns, your hoes, your drugs, your clothes
But we got to go toe-to-toe if you bite the flow
(Right here?)