[Intro]

One, two

A one, two

A one, two

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I've been in the cut like disenfectant

A monster was born October 27th

Extra terrestrial I am not from this planet

I came here to create while doing some damage

That's ironic

No one cares about what they say as long as they single selling

Been giving them food for thought

There's a steak for your cerebellum

Aiming at your temple, but I'm far from sac religious

I've been trying to teach these lessons, they just had some rapping in it

And they wouldn't listen unless I was using Ebonics

Everybody on the same fad, super sonic

I move in silence cause people too loose at the lips

I've been dolo for a minute

I've been a loner from the rip

Homie this ain't nothing new I'm just warming up, free throws

Finna cannibalistic these sucka MC's I eat those

45, returned for my seconds like give me more please

Came back killing address me as Mr. Voorhees

I'm a product of gospel music and hip-hop

My vision mapped out ain't got no time to take a pit stop

Light years ahead and they still talking bout they wrist watch

Better step up your game cause pretty soon you're finna get got

Funny how nobody tryna help you on your mission

But soon as you get some bread then you attracting all the pigeons

I'm on my Wyclef man I'm came to settle the score

So tell me how you want it, falsetto or metaphor