[Intro]

What's that smell?

[Verse]

I smell sulfate, see

Somethin's still burning from my last one take

When I made rapping great again, oh, wait a second I lost the game

'Cause the top 15 was a slap in the face, dog

So, I'm back with the napalm, a hatchet and masking tape

To take AKT AKTION and Futuristic back to the nearest studio

Bound, gagged and draped

Better back up a taxi or van with the money, first place cash in the hand

While im wonderin' what i gotta' do to get a bit of better credit

When I shouldn't ever be, like a small white

I'm the half pipe, get 'em mad hyped like a satellite antenna

When I crash, don't ever, oh heaven, my career got a half life

Longer than calcide and now bite the momel-white

Yeah that's right, your raps like a fucking anacrite, just back nine, cuz the leg might couldn't out spike back strike

So let me get another chance to attack mics

The one with the half of the wrath, that I pack and a punch

When I'm crabbying cake and my guns, got a mac and a pump

In the back my trunk, when I am pashin' the box top the neck and

I'm practically, acting the Hagrid the wizard with words

And I'm witty, and wicked, when thinking of slurs with the dick in the nerves, they be earthin' the person who's fixing the spurt

But I'm back for the blood, body's I'm stackin' 'em up, like they nappin' in bunks

Kicking the dirt, baggin' 'em up with the zipper 'n' ern

The winner of when, it's a kick in the nerm

Makin' lickin's occur when I'm taking bitch to the curb, girls, you're gonna be heard when you fuckin' with the number one in the world

What?! I said I'm one in the world, I think I'm turning the pearl

There's not another [?] upon this and one's that's the devil

There's someone in heaven, I'm nothin' but revvin'

I'm stuck and the devil I'm turnin' to Ebony Sauce as well [?]

Pungent not back in the wreck, it'll get me to hurl

'Cause I'm sick and sadistic, bitch, I'm freakin' wicked

Mercilessness, Perseus and Hercules, when I murderin' beats

So fucking mythic, see me and futuristic syphilitic in rhythmic

Until the track is cataclysmic, check the statistic

These other rappers are like pigs and lipstick they're too simplistic

Dogs spit more prolific, I'm a terrific rap musician, wait, magician

The way I twist these linguistics is borderline horrific it's not logistic

Or realistic the basis of limits within our universe is not existing

When I do a verse I'm past the point of astrophysics

I'm just a glitch in the system, listen I'm cryptic wisdom

Without delivering an amount of mission

To use the power dealt in hand, my words can melt like gas [?]

Alcatraz, I spit lighting when rapping and leave behind the thunder

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