Haha woo!

You're back in tune to the one and only Professor Lexis

Alongside such talents as Massai X, A.M.A.D

And a whole bunch of other wild and cooky cats

You're back in tune to radio 608.4

Blow your fuckin' brains out to this one!

I got more fuckin' drive than a big ass Veyron

Came to brawl with the mics, y'all just here for the pay wads

Coat so fresh looking like a brand new paint job

Few near misses now I'm bagging a safe one

'Cause when this is on your bandwidth shit's gonna be legendary

Papers want the scoop, I'm too cold they call me Ben & Jerry

Definitely penning the excellence of a veterinary

Bury any enemies in the necessary cemetery

Nobody responds to your disses but still you're sending plenty

Maybe time to give up the writing and stick to fet and kenny

Definitely sending an effervescent and mega deadly message

Leaving venues a mess and that shit ain't temporary

Killin' the riddim is at the top, style is secondary

Tells you something that I still dress fresher than lemon jelly

Someone tell these never-ready unnecessary petty sketty rappers

That it's time to step backwards and watch me shell it heavy

Yo, look at the way that I'm setting the pace with a definite grace when I step in the place

I'mma get in your face, I bury these fakes a venomous grave

They reckon they taking a chance

The way I advance

I lick up a lyric and aim for your heart

'Cause I came in to kill it I'm flipping the lyric I spit it and bill up a zig in advance, yo

Get to my stance? You ain't getting a chance

I'll get you zoning like a pipe that's full of medical grass

I move so before my time and so f'ing advanced

That what I do now, 20 years, will be contemporary dance, yo!

I grip the mic like a pistol

It's psychedelic when I rip those flows

Mic check like a twelve gauge, let me enter my stage

We all fucked up, so grab yourself a ch-chair!

They know my bars from Jo'Berg to Guangzhou (Guangzhou)

It's psychedelic way I rip those flows

And if you glide on my group you gon' get lyrically strangulated

My pursed lips will burn bridges and hurt-hurt

Now hold up hold up hold up let me get my flow up

Let me get into my zone you other personas get totalled

I'm so roguish and vocal when I explode with these vocals but I be still sorta hopeful

That them man stay for the show

'Cause I need an audience to wow or the whole ting's pointless

Used to R.A. them boys never disappoint us

All my man from Surf Camp to the Bahnhofstraße

Keep it moving gotta rip it like a lyrical plaster yo it's the

Lexical impeccable checking threats with a stethoscope

'Cause if he ain't got beats he can't be stepping to my pedestal

Me I be looking meltable face down at the festivals

I'm drowning in a mountain of downers

This shit's a spectacle

I see some rappers breaking their backs not to be forgettable

So much self love you man could peck your own genitals

But it's so bloody regrettable y'all could'a been tenable

But you're stuck looking like a fuckin' edible vegetable

Man you must know me!

I be that psychedelic sentinel

Hoppin' up on the back of a horse as I battle tentacles

Me I be rapping tracks 'til I'm hoarse

I'm neigh respectable

And my inter-dimensional thirst for this isn't quenchable

Oi hahaha

Them man already know what it's all about, shit!

Oi hit me with that hook one more time still

I grip the mic like a pistol

It's psychedelic when I rip those flows

Mic check like a twelve gauge, let me enter my stage

We all fucked up, so grab yourself a ch-chair!

They know my bars from Jo'Berg to Guangzhou (Guangzhou)

It's psychedelic way I rip those flows

And if you glide on my group you gon' get lyrically strangulated

My pursed lips will burn bridges and hurt-hurt

It's psychedelic when I rip those flows

Psychedelic right now

Uh uh

It's psychedelic when I rip those flows