[Intro]

This right here, homie

This that first take shit, you know what I’m saying?

For my real heads

All my real hip hop motherfuckers, they know they're Roots shit

You know what I mean?

So we gon' get it like this

Let that beat drop, Psychological

[Verse 1]

I spit fifties and shit hundreds

Do shit that's undid

Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts

I get 'em wet, no need to touch

Break their back like Dutches

Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch

Never the less, I'm never depressed, I keep feelings suppressed

One of the best but need to listen if I'ma progress

I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap

I said it on a record, now I can't take it back

Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot

Smoke MCs, like a fuckin bumbaclot

Mic check, I come to catch wreck

Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck

I pop MCs like Hymens

Y'all glass posing in studs, but I'm a diamond

Now recon, you need to listen, I'm never dissin'

Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission

Catch me fishin' 'cause I'm eating for a lifetime

Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine

Fucking your bitch from behind, record it and hit rewind

I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty

A hip-hop statue, rhymes coming at you, God bless you

When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you

Unless you a dumb ass motherfucker

[Break]

(Psychological) Yeah, no want no more

Fuck it, ayo

[Verse 2]

Said this is mathematic tactics

Murder this rap shit

Intravenously inject my prophylactics

Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks

Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick

What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up

Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs

Ah, yeah, (Turn my headphones up)

That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough

Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego, Mr. Tough

I'll call your bluff, face to face never snuff

I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit

No mercy 'cause if I grip the mic they might curse me

Da Vinci flow, when I grip the mic I’m in control

Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as a embryo

Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know

[Outro]

Yeah, all day. Drop tracks like that, all nuts in. Maryland stand up, that's it. I'm out, peace, one love. Fuck if you doubt me

(You are watching a master at work)

Todd? Todd? Would you care for a glass of grape juice?

I said, what?

Nigga, what the fuck is juice?

I want some grape drink, baby