[Verse 1]

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

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,'fore 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

Try to pass the mic to him and I'ma intercept it

Sleeping on your wack ass lines like narcoleptics

[Verse 2]

For goodness sakes, hell yeah, one of the greats

Running from jakes, hold more shit than prostates

Legitimately ripping it steadily getting it

If you think I'm going in that direction then I'm flipping it

I memorize lines like a movie script

[?] so I can't get off rip

Now take a moment and rewind that shit

Listen to it backwards 'cause the flow absurd

(What the fuck is the dealy, my nitty?)

Prophetic poet, I'm the one that wrote it, but hold it

Run it for one time in Nike SB's

[?] stacking G's, better believe it

Your bullshit I don't need it

Living for the minute, I'm in it, ready to win it

What's up? Never corrupt

My heart pure, be sure

My venom is murderous, [?] the cure

[Outro]

What the fuck is the dealy, my nitty?

What the fuck is the dealy, my nitty?

What the fuck is the dealy, my nitty?

What the fuck is the dealy, my nitty?