[Verse 1: Gradient]

Y’all rappin’ clowns that are rappin’ now better

Consider immediate retirement

Can’t make it in the rap school when

There’s a writing and reading requirement

Ain’t found that wordplay, or rhymin’ ability?

Try and acquire it

Y’all sound like Earth Day

Recycling lyrics, save the environment

But I turn off the cruise control and I roll like drivin’ manual cars

But I can outrap you on a bicycle too

Don’t you know that I can handlebars? Yup

Tell me that I need to rehearse? I consider that libel

I don’t think you could get any worse when y’all

Couldn’t spit a verse if you were chokin’ on the bible

So consider this an Exodus from your rap career

The Revelation’s next and it’s

Not lookin’ good for you

So bow down and respect my ¬new testament

Thou shalt not kill this shit

I’m the only murderer, man you know me

Motherfucker, you’re not tight

You flop like Manu Ginobili

My rhyme’s like Kryptonite

So don’t pick the fight when I grip the mic

I’m steady kickin’ it, burnin’ it, put your shit in a tourniquet

Then I make a blackout like I flicked the light

Got nothin’ on me like nudity

This rappin’ shit’s not new to me

I’m stackin’ bread, not gluten free, so

What the fuck you gonna do to me?

[Chorus]

It’s elevator music, yeah that’s elevator music

All these rappers online sound like elevator music

It’s elevator music, yeah that’s that elevator music

Y’all are boring all the time like elevator music

[Verse 2: Acumental]

I got witch hunters in Burkittsville

Big numbers and a urge to kill

Bump 30 milligram Percocets

To the dirty version of Purple Hills

Find Ac on the blacktop in a red coat like Cliffjumper

A piff puffer like Chris Tucker

Chug whiskey then skip supper

Let’s go over the basics

We’re dope and nobody hates us

Vocal homeostasis

So all the homies go ape ish

Your tape gets played in elevators while I’m playin’

Sold out shows at Reggie’s next to Record Breakers

Catch me later

[Terminal Knowledge]

What it be? What it is?

Nobody gets me at all

Throwing shit at the wall (splat!)

Just to see if it sticks

Puffin’ tree in the whip, roamin’ the streets

Keep that weed smoking aroma

He don’t even know what it mean like mesothelioma

Iconoclastic squadon

Finna max the profits

I got some narcotics stashed in my pockets

And a wad of cash in my sock

Just keep calm, be nonchalant

Commandant and phenomenon

Sleep in a coffin, call me the Count

Reach in your pockets all the way down

Bottom line: if you fuck with our clique, I’m not surprised

Who wouldn’t?

You pushin’ a large abundance of redundant garbage

And the problem lies behind your plot to economize

As opposed to open your chakras wide

A conscious mind is not a crime

Stone Age philosophies fossilized

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gradient]

So when I pick up the mic I’mma use it well

And I’mma think of a rhyme I can truly tell

Is gonna shake up the status quo in this hip-hop shit

And now you’re knowin’ that when I spit

I’m itchin’ to get in a position

To show a coward that I can brawl

Fire Emblem the entire section

I’m overpowered like Ike in Brawl

I smash flows, then I play a little game of Super Smash Bros

Unmatchable and I lack foes

‘Cause everybody’s too afraid to attack, bro!

So I tell a hater, like Gary Oak, “I’ll smell ya later”

Risin’ up and I’m excellin’ greater

When I’m ridin’ up in my elevator

And I’m out