[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

Most of this here is just braggadocio

Emphatically spoke, impeccable rap flow

Second to that, wordplay akin to watching a verb

Hitting a piñata on the eve of its birthday

Uncommon like Erykah Phenomenon! Hysteria!

Hype, rocks millennium Sade criteria

Fuck the hearsay, please Jean's superior

Y'all yellow the same color of your bladder's interiors

You bore me to pieces, you feces mouth

And, yes, it's still shit if I mispronounce it bitch

How could it be doubted The beast mounted the pen

We're unsurmountable like you being surrounded by a ten man army in Afghanistan tents

With a caravan of Carolina and New York feds

Bless me with a holy 40 bottle from your corner stop and

Bet all your model entourage that we can get you popping

I'll deliver your liver on a plate with a slither of your shivering date

There's no mercy here put on your worsest gear

Your fucking with the word career

Assassin who just gave the job to murk ye onto Daily Planet

I raise havoc, like giving Mobb Deep a booster chair

Stupid, I'm uncouth and in the booth I'm rare

Name Northern Lights Pimp game, Dolemite

Spleens on assorted recordings I'm giving all the mics

Slaughtering them like cattle, hoarding the words

And then cornering them leaving just the ring it's absurd

I murder just for the fun of the sound of bodies falling

I'm eccentric I don't need white coats calling

It's just dementia, come on, quit your bawling

You'll only make Jean just slit your paws in

And then there's bloody parts and Jean's starts to saw and

It'll be ridiculous You're strawberry licorice

All over my kicks Mom mourning Snap! Picture this

[Verse 2: Daily Planet]

For the record Imma keep spitting

Game booking

And leave the game looking

Like a shepherd with its sheep missing

I know you seen Dai'

On a lean

Spray your team Tres schemes[?]

In Inglés wtih Jean Grae

Raising Cane phrasing slang cause shit is foul

In this flagrant game I'm O-fficial

Lingual assaults mangle

Wings on the archangel

The Grim Reaper's cane got my face and name

So I readily phrase spoke[?]

And repping respray hope and

I'm steadily paid til heavenly gates open

Rhyme's musical, I'm fluent through

Spitting lyrics your spirit is congruent to

Nigga, I been rapping I handle that

'long as I got a ten track and a camel pack

I paid my dues

Never half step

Used to stomp niggas down just to raise my shoes

Obey my rules or face consequence from lower lower 3rd, the 8th continent

Come one come all the track is strong

I'm talking Clark with no glasses on cats is wrong

Waiting on a rebel when there's factions armed

Y'all niggas playing on a level that I practice on

I'm willing to off these my aura's still in recital

Of killing them softly like Lauryn Hill with a silencer

So drilling your softies [?????????????????????]

Revealing your flaw, chilling, while peeling your top Please!