[Verse 1]

I'm in the air again, you got a problem with the

Prototype model for rap? I'm takin' care of him

Pick him off the ground, shake a thug like a theremin

And let him wobble with the pitch, it ain't fair, my niche

Got your teddy bears hanging by the last stitch

They're mad switching and snappin' on their elastic

It rips every time that they tick

Flippin' switches to my sickness

I'm sippin' on cyanide, my visions have died

I'm just wishing for finer knives on Christmas

Can't you see that I'm singing my whole hit-list?

Da Vinci on the mic, with clues up in my fist grip

There's a whip on my hip and hips on my whip

If you trippin' on my dream then you're falling when I insist it

Call me Mr. Consistent, my vision is back

That's around when my visions attack

There's no way back from clappin'

Whether you're applauding or scrapping

Because any participation

Will have you caught up in my action

So just, give me an axe and five bottles of Jack

And I'm relaxin' old school, like an Anglo Saxon

I'm chaneling, from my basket to my casket

Some real acrobatics, on my certified magic

I'm so odd that it's tragic

I wouldn't be able to dodge the bullet

If you were pullin' your matches out

Cause ya'll know I need a fire to shout

Cause I'm a dragon

Drunk playin' Pachelbel's Canon in your house

While you tryna' hold a lighter to my snout

Move your fuckin' back, I pack a burner in the mouth

Kaboom! My sheer presence sets fire to the room

At night, my lonely eyes set fire to the moon

I walk the earth alone, past puttin' on cologne

Cause I'm tired, and no one's gettin' higher than my dialect

They're just gettin' hired to strangle

The sole proprietor of rhymin'

The present couldn't be a better timin'

For MC's to get mangled like tangled leaves

Please step up if you haven't crept up to me

[Outro]

This is the end of the road

There really isn't much else to do

Except give into your soul

This is the end of the street

There really isn't much else to do

So just give into the beat

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