[Verse 1]

Krakoan slang with Charles Xavier’s stage voice

Weapon X graduate, adamantium grade point

Vengeance for repentance had us snappin off the lab locks

Comic book color panel palettes splash backdrops

Rap’s ad hoc. The stat talk is just math rock

Past’s like the jazz spot–Bird Parker stash hot

Coltrane-plane-level free note phrasing

Midwest dress code, East Coast cadence

Dripping from the rhyme hands, flexed with the pocket switch

Aim like my last name should end in “-akovic”

Talkin outta turn, lips bent with the gossip twitch

Body’s not a temple, but my head is like a monolith

We were in the studio, eighty bars, no hooks

Wildin at whoever tried breakin dope on my notebook

Rome cookin in the distance, still isn’t ready yet

So we’re yellin “Get the lead out!” at these pencil necks

[Hook]

Supreme Clientele was my homework

Notepad had a Cuban Linx’ worth of code words

Wanted to rock bubble coats with the faux fur

Won winter wars but I had to beat the cold first

[Verse 2]

Sampled the instrumental, and cooked more bassline

Did the impossible–spoke to woods on FaceTime

Home plate in my field of vision. Fuck a “wait” sign

Rushmore? What? Dog, they ain’t even waist-high

Stage dive into the abyss from my limits

Throwin bricks through the pit, scoped the wigs in the Senate

Hurl a rapper through time. Now his whole fit is vintage

He-Who-Remains wrote the script as you lived it

Purple tape, blue moon, red dawn, got that “favorite ex” charm

With a left palm full of Flex bombs

For every rapper wearin their bulletproof vests wrong

We’re gonna stick em with the bill…and know the check’s long

Forty years in the desert, all I ate was manna

With the grace and table manners of a raging bamma

They got more wires in their truck than a cable scammer

I’ll throw their sneakers in the pool like they’re Frank Costanza