[Verse 1: KayR]

KayR, uh

Oh, we going old school on 'em

Alright, yo, yo

I'm just rolling with my homies all packed in my black civic

In fact, I'm on track with it. You wacks getting smacked with it. Woo!

Physical pacifist. Lyrical activist

To get the beat off and the beat is a masochist

Castle this. I am the king and I told ya

I know you didn't think that this kid could move boulders

But I'm rocking the mic, and I'm dropping it like

My name was Buster Douglas and I'm in a fight

With Mr. Tyson. I liken myself to a god

I might spin your facade and begin a new plot

To have you smashed and damaged, trashed and bandaged

And leave you unknown like a label you could manage

Can it. I roll with writers and jokers

Like I smoke tree with Ledger and Nicolas Cage posters

Improving and bobbing and weaving. Dodging your plots for defeat and

Showing everybody what the walk that I talk is meaning. Ugh

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I'm terrific

Yes-yes I get it

You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it

When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it

I'm teriffic

Ter-ter-terrific

I'm-I'm terrific

Yes-yes I get it

You ball? Well, I hit it, hit it

When I spit it, y'all wanna quit it

I'm teriffic

Ter-ter-terrific

[Verse 2]

I'm killing beats by any means necessary

And I'm mean. Yes, I'm scary. Ketamine and stress and sherry

It's getting wasted and worn out

Is that opportunity up at my door now?

Thor now. But I used to be low-key

Nobody knew that this half-white hokey would ghost beats

Give me a track and I'll bomb that

Breaking up stages, uppercuts from Mortal Kombat (Toasty!)

Coming off of a spaceship

All these other rappers are awesomely basic

Face it. I got potential, won't waste it

And I don't see a challenge like I just got maced, kid

Went to a catholic school and I was not cool

I never broke no rules and never smoked no jewels

But now I got people saying, "Hey! Ain't that something?"

Cause while y'all was fronting, Kay was stunting

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[Verse 3]

I'm terrific and supreme, superlative and I'm preme

First class, first rate and first pick on the team

You can't match this matchless man on a beam

You outweighed. A quarter month, man. You weak

You a feast to a beast, I'm a man to a moron

I'm out of sight like I'm banned from a forum

I demand that you pour on the flattery, mang

Cause in a matter of time I might splatter these brains

With stylistic punchlines and phonetic fists

Burning through pencils with my poetic wrist

So go get a kiss and a hug from your loved ones

I shove one more beat into the oven

So I guess this spit is cooking music

I guess I'll quit with cooking stupids

Cause I like the word play right? Arthur Miller

Everything I spit is just killer

[Hook]