[Intro]

Ayo, yo, mic swordz, shepard sounds, yo check it, ayo

[Verse 1]

You try to call shots and get a dial tone

I'll crush your collarbone with a microphone for rapping monotone

Beat you with the sticks to a Xylophone what I write alone a

Slice your dome

You've compromised your mind from what you like in songs

Knock you out your designer clothes, the lightning bolt

Zeus to a Trojan Soldier, Thor to a Norse Viking Warrior

Bring the message from Wessex right to ya backyard

The...flows Odin to those who inhabit Asgard

Traded weapons with Leonardo still Casey Jones with the mask on

With these blades I'm more like Jason Voorhees to enemies

About to go on a tear that non-contact knee injury

You... about to be a audio amputee, where lyrically

You don't have a leg to stand on and I'm a centipede

The centerpiece to this puzzle of dope I'm like the Genevese

It's a fine line between us, if you enter the genius

You'll see that I'm colder than Simon Phoenix for cryogenic reasons

A Brainiac with a cranium full of uranium

Collapse a stadium when I brain storm get trapped in a atrium...

[Hook] x3

No sleep, pulling all-nighters

Call me MacGuyver

Droppin' bombs in your cipher like Stryker

[Verse 2]

With a wave of the hand you'll buy my shit

Don't be surprised my rhymes are comprised of Jedi mind tricks

The cerebral assassin get telepathic

As Jean Gray and Charles Xavier playing madden

I'm at it again the catalyst of ill flows pathogen strategist

My delivery's Anthrax in a envelope

The verbal Ronin a wanted man dawn the Number 2 headband

In a game that's full of the Empty Seven Clan

And empty seven cans of whoop ass on any man

Planning to challenge get blown up like The Challenger by the Galic Gun

That's all I'm saying when it gets complicated

It's back to basics back to the Hyperbolic for training

I mean, Similar to Goku when my vocals in Pro Tools

No jewels you couldn't walk in my socks if i had no shoes

Noveliss, humble and focused a little deranged

I swallowed a hand grenade my mic check might be an explosion like...

[Hook] x4

No sleep, pulling all-nighters

Call me MacGuyver

Droppin' bombs in your cipher like Stryker

[Verse 3]

Still at it, illmatic its half time

Kick the fat rhymes at your favorite rapper until he flat lines

Lyrically in great shape 1st place in a decathlon

Tell Zordon I need the Mastadon to crush your dad and mom, The Black Ranger holding the axe to blast flavor

In your ear, Craig mack, bring the real back

You jockin my style while I run wild

As a Jaguar with a human mask on the animal in disguise

Mortal Kombat in the jungle meet your demise

When actually my animality is a Dra-gon they call me Shenron

When I get on the Mic like a Bulls Jersey you not worthy

When I ball in these goggles like James Worthy..

[Hook] x4

No sleep, pulling all-nighters

Call me MacGuyver

Droppin' bombs in your cipher like Stryker