Verse 1

Your the one who choose drama , you need some more armour

My pen games impeccable not come palmer

Chama , middle finger all you stream farmers

Me and the mic closer than the Bush’s and Osama

The pharmaceutical industry know I’m doper

I already won without words battle my poster

The last sound you heard was a click not Xhosa

The only thing you throw is a fit Novice judoka

I get my Bhaji baddies wife to poison your samosa my instruments are native make beats with the Mk ultra

This is mind control bro gone are those days when you hit it big with the dumb and dumber flow

I’m hot this is chilli mode

Even the summer froze

When I spit it in the air y’all comatose

I’m just trying ta get my pockets Swole haematoma goals

Big band state of mind even the drummer knows

Verse 2

Silence , Polymath speaking

Got an appetite for industry plants I guess I’m vegan

Rap heathen’s think they can flow with me they tweaking

I’m a beacon final boss finish you clinically

Cos everything you do or say’s gimmicky

They limit me ,call me finicky ,try mimic me

I feel a type of way about your energy and imagery

The industry’s super toxic

It’s all arsenic B

All that aside you got zero probability

Of ever besting me I rep from now till infinity

I did it twice before now grab a seat and watch the trilogy

I spam y’all with beef no one can meet my delivery

You about to get this smoke I’m burning hickory

You Tom Dickeries don’t want war you want Timothy

Your baggy jeans will never hide your femininity

And I don’t care what your ass like ( as, like ) not talking similes