[Verse 1]

It’s that kid that loves animals spitting those flammables

Driving moms crazy like fine young cannibals

Don’t get upset ‘cause my flow’s so natural

You mad ‘cause I’m styling on you all casual

These other cats are kinda jealous, must be those raps

They so humbling and bust egos fast

Is it ‘cause I got by and didn’t need no gat?

Or ‘cause I roll with nine dimes like Tuxedo Mask?

Either way, who’s hurting kids, who’s earning chips

With a verbal gift, and who’s working shifts?

Who cruises on crews leaving blue-purple lips

And disperses verses so superfluous?

No doubt, you know we got skills

While these midgets ain’t equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild

Nah, I’ma save that for the flight ‘cause after tonight

A lot of cats won’t know how to act with a mic - word

[Chorus]

I call this recreation. They call it desecration

Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations

Without a hesitation known for blessing stages

Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t

The place you wanna rest your face in

"Keeping shook crews running - like they supposed to."

"Lace up your boots."

"Hurry, hurry up, run!"

"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way."

"Alright, then."

"I know the routine."

[Verse 2]

We’re back in effect, another patch on the vet

Cashier cross-eyed when she cashed in the check

Gimme that paper ‘cause I’m past the respect

Spend the kind of cash on pasta you have to for rent

Cliques rolling deep, we bound to get live

The Undercrown hoodie with the red and brown highs

Twenty bucks cover? Shit, I’m down to get mine

We’re dumbing out, thumbing out counterfeit fives

On the dance floor doing tai chi, sipping chi tea

Chicks in knee-highs with my man Highny

Creep in a bears coat, stares Chinese

Chinese chick stares back like ‘why me?’

Pair of eyebrows like Ming the Merciless

Josh in the whip like rings to circuses

Apt in the crates with breaks to murder kids

Bix on the beat like heat to furnaces

[Chorus]

I call this recreation. They call it desecration

Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations

Without a hesitation known for blessing stages

Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t

The place you wanna rest your face in

"Keeping shook crews running - like they supposed to."

"Lace up your boots."

"Hurry, hurry up, run!"

"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way."

"Alright, then."

"I know the routine."

[Verse 3]

Socks rocks the populous at prosperous pace

While getting props like an octopus in octaves of eight

Not even talking to the god unless the topic is great

Or get George Strombouloupolous knocked in the face, homie

Strings swing like some pendulum bling

Slung around somebody’s neck for the attention it brings

From potential to kinetic, guess I’m made to be king

I sway the groupies, Dave Suzuki, check the nature of things

Unbelievable rap steeze, it’s unseizable

You can’t grasp or fathom the wrath that’s unreachable

In the past assassins attacked the unbreachable

But gasped when they gulped the wrong glass: inconceivable

Kids are fit to fail let alone get the grail

Cruise around for nothin', cousin? Stick to sipping ginger ale

I breeze like winter gale, leave these rappers sick and frail

Ripped the Richter scale and I was only clippin’ fingernails

[Chorus]

I call this recreation. They call it desecration

Put your sweat into your rep, guess you could say I wreck creations

Without a hesitation known for blessing stages

Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t

The place you wanna rest your face in

"Keeping shook crews running - like they supposed to."

"Lace up your boots."

"Hurry, hurry up, run!"

"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way."

"Alright, then."

"I know the routine."